Challenge
In death we are born...describe death as beautifully as you can
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Reborn
Bright red jarring letters,
reflections of subconscious,
shifting pain burrowing
into hapless soul.
Shamed edges of death
leave scars blocking
my dark existence.
Frozen chunks of life
scoured harshly,
deep purple abrasions
nourish healing skin
so that life once loved
can be born again.
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