
The finish line.
Life blooms in flesh that rots.
Organisms thrive in the discarded shell.
Nothing that leaves is ever truly gone.
When we vacate this vessel,
We simply move on.
Not an end.
Just a pit stop,
Down the highway of life.
The finish line.
Life blooms in flesh that rots.
Organisms thrive in the discarded shell.
Nothing that leaves is ever truly gone.
When we vacate this vessel,
We simply move on.
Not an end.
Just a pit stop,
Down the highway of life.
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