Comfort
He looked in on her and he knew she was soon to die
She was void of strength and resolve, listless and defeated
She was baked dry and drained of color, bleached white
Her chest heaved and rattled the moaning song of death
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He retreated, closing the door, shielding his eyes from her
His heart exploding in pain, his brain crying for escape
Her awareness held the door from being shut tight
He succumbed and went to her bed reluctantly
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She reached, and he took her hand, it was cold and flaccid
She confessed nihilism and apprehension
He already knew, ’twas a rehash yet again
He was defeated, surrendering completely
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Yet, her eyes enkindled loving memories, awakening his spirit
He kissed her lifeless lips, infusing his consciousness
He embraced her limp frame, lifting her against him
His words of love filled her ears as her soul escaped
She died in his arms, a peaceful smile on her face
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