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Dying in the isolation ward
Alone in solitude
No goodbyes or last words
Save stoic attitude
This is the truth plain & naked
Vacuous is all solace
Yet the divine pulsation sacred
Radiates in few faces
Though death of form is inevitable
Stalking in stealth
Tranquil calm in some inimitable
Until their last breath
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The Self has no attribute
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