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 Infinity's Well

As my atoms and molecules slip away,
I grow nearer to death on every day.
With every second and every breath,
I grow closer to my flesh's death.
I've watched my youth as it slipped away,
and felt my energies drain and decay.
My mirror is now a pane of horrid vision,
with wrinkles formed from time's incision.
My mortal fiber has been woven thin,
yet, I haven't any fear of the imminent end.
There are only new hello's, with no good bye's
life is eternal nothing ever truly dies.
Whatever future forms or places I go to,
I believe is created from the things that I do.
So weep not for me when I leave this shell,
for I shall be living in infinity's well~~~>

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