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  • She's the first one to go, you see.

    The first of the four.

    Those antecedents who built that barrier between our own generation and death.

    Now the wall is breaking,

    I can see through the gap,

    That measurable expanse between myself and my ending.

    In her dying, I see my own.

    The empty chair,

    A single sunlit point

    In the eternal dark.
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