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Death is heaven.

A soul ripples
As a pool
Disturbed,
A hand glides
To a music
Unheard.
Head back
Catching drips
Upon a tongue
From fingertips.
A life craved
To be absorbed
Into empty veins
Without soul.
A clowns smile
Lips glisten
Slaked thirst
Death is heaven.

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Death is heaven.