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destination

unwavering and determined
till the end,
filled with willpower.

… is this rare form,
burned alive from the inside,
lucid,
the thrill of the hunt
is much too abrupt
when they’re frozen out of fear

with my last breath, I’m to rest each day
only so that
the past undeath doesn’t catch up with me.

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