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The Breath of Death
The white of pearls showed a road ahead,

When possession contained only deepest obsession,

As contact was made, the relationship showed confession,

This newfound passion was soon to be fed.

As time came and went, it had left many wounds,

Wounds to be healed or yet interchanged,

Mending was needed, yet attraction was sustained,

And the darning persisted with need to be tuned.

Craze of events left this world in pain,

Created the need for a new commencement,

Cultivating and refining that which had been impaired.

Allowing the traveler to see the claim,

The claim that had created the remorseful and contentment,

Furnishing the beholder with the greatest ever to be compared.

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