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The goddess behind our art leaves us longing.

A crude reminder for our desire for some shred of eternity.

Every strand pulling further from this blanket that gives us comfort.

And removes the veil to reveal a future set in dust.

Though we have lived our fullest lives, no one would have known.

No one would have known.

We tried our damnedest yet the best of us still faded as easy as the rest of us.

No one would have known.

No one will ever know.

A surface clean of imperfection, overtaken by the nature first removed.

Now we are the removed.