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Death, is not really a pleasant feeling....or is it?
Each one of us have a different description about it; the eternal rest... the long slumber one goes into,never to wake up. This piece of poetry is just my views about the greatest realisation of nature to the transitory existence of human lifeAll Rights Reserved

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THE ETERNAL REST
Tue, Sep 11, 2018

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THE ETERNAL REST
Tue, Sep 11, 2018

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