Remnants by Chelsea Curtis
There will be no death after life,
No death after life for me.
I will stand in solitude,
Not on fair land nor wild sea.
I will inhabit shadow.
A lonely wrinkle in time.
Why remain is this terrible place?
It's no one else's but mine.
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