SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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Dying

Dying is like a gentle fall day 
Where the air is crisp and the wind blows.

All sounds fade
The colors are muted
And the awareness of self wanes.

Life is faint for a moment 
Yet not dim 
As the light awaits us 
For a moment of reflection.
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