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Suspense is Hostiler than Death
Suspense is Hostiler than Death
Death tho’soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase
Suspense does not conclude
But perishes to live anew
But just anew to die
Annihilation plated fresh
With Immortality
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