Vale

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The lighter illuminates the dense darkness
Breathing ash into my lungs
Footsteps crinkle leaves and twigs
The sound of a gently flowing river

As I get closer, my heart accelerates
"Never thought it would be like this"
A wooden bridge, old and jaded
The final resting place

I stand on the frail railing
As I say goodbye
"Wait -"

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