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Death-Peace

My eyes closed

A dark brown glaze over them

The smell of hot chocolate wafting up

I blinked.


Shut them again,

My grandparents' house looms up

A 12-year-old me smiling

Relief spreads.


My feet touch something cool

Hands graze over stone walls

A gust of cool breeze

Gently pushes me.


She waves vigorously

"Hey! Finally

You made it.

Come, let's go home."


My life with me

One blink

And I will be safe

Peaceful.


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