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a child or an ancient soul; he had never been sure which

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Created on 2015-10-08 07:18:03 (#2450949), last updated 2017-08-09 (409 weeks ago)

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Name:Nothing
Location:New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Examination at the Womb Door

Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death.
Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death.
Who owns these still-working lungs? Death.
Who owns this utility coat of muscles? Death.
Who owns these unspeakable guts? Death.
Who owns these questionable brains? Death.
All this messy blood? Death.
These minimum-efficiency eyes? Death.
This wicked little tongue? Death.
This occasional wakefulness? Death.

Given, stolen, or held pending trial?
Held.

Who owns the whole rainy, stony earth? Death.
Who owns all of space? Death.

Who is stronger than hope? Death.
Who is stronger than the will? Death.
Stronger than love? Death.
Stronger than life? Death.

But who is stronger than Death?
Me, evidently.
Pass, Crow.

-Ted Hughes


(Disclaimer: Nothing is a character from the novel Lost Souls and is copyrighted property of Poppy Z. Brite. This is a roleplaying journal meant for fan entertainment, not commercial gain.)
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