Death and Rebirth
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Last published Mon, Feb 12, 2018
Life is a mysterious thing. Call it a dream, call it fake or whatever you want. But no one knows what happens after death or posses a recallable consiusness after birth. Such are the feasts upon which poets feed on.
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