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the visitation of death

hand-holding . hospital gown . a comatose girl . bandaged figure . dark shadow . hooded eyes . pitch-black gloriole . a need to collect a soul . delayed time . his grim face .

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          there he is again. death never seems to relax even for a second. he could be at multiple places at once, yet the job would still be accomplished perfectly. not in any way am i surprised that he left the pour soul alone today. i was sure it was yet her time.

          or mayhap i was wrong.

          maybe death really pitied the weeping man.