Ad nauseam.

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Someone dies in the end, we know that, don’t we? Someone dies in the end and it will be a good and graceful death. All these paths, mournful paths, these little oozing paths, all these gloomy addendas, these yummish lies that sparkles, all to its end forever at last. Someone dies and then the silence. The prime silence of darkness. No lack of void. All these moons, these pale moons, these frolicked suns – not a word about that. Peer no more, seek no more, doubt no more. Done with that, done with all. Everything flows, yields. All these words cancels out. Someone dies in the end, I know that. And then the final gaze, the last of latters. Delivered. A good death qua death. And then the rest.

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