Death lay next to me and his face was ghoulishly beautiful. Cavernous eyes glaring with an oddly caring smile up its countenance. He touched me as my body prone on the street and still my spirit hovering cold as something warming, caressing, and embracing touched my soul. In divine glory and the waist-length locks flowing majestic in his white robe. He spoke to me, as my spirit and my body laid there it continued to battle to incandescent streetlights as I scribed my initials into the pole.

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