The Warmth of Separation

The hole waits
As the mother
Who's breast
Laid upon
Days past

Filled with substance
Not yet ready for
The change
Strange, this is
Termination

Forget this emotion
Lost among the
Found forgotten
Blackness where
The life was once

Imperial march
Sounds off the
Disintegration
Staged to finally
Fill the bed
Forever thoughts
Become nothing

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