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I died

I died


The devil died

hated, cursed and feared

death

he always defied,

but

he died

I wondered why he died

But

he died


The lover died

worshipped, loved and cherished

The world cried 

but

he died 

I again wondered 

Why he died

sadly 

he died 


Today 

death comes uninvited

I cried 

hard 

because it's impossible

to accept 

I died



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