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There's a warmth in the room 
The family ghosts are all here
A story drawing to its close
And the ending is near.

The spirit of the Universe
Come in familiar form
To ease away the turbulence
From the dyings storm:

Creations of the mind
As it slowly slips away
Creating a welcome 
To help it on its way?

One last smile stays
Gently on the face
A simple acceptance
Of leaving this place.

The family ghosts are leaving
Their last job done
One last battle has 
Been gently won.

One last sigh as the brain 
Closes down and is gone
Peacefully, quietly, easily
A loved one has moved on.




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