Yellow Marks

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Death surrounds this long narrow road.
Flashes of yellow are what I recall.
Life came,
And life left.

Hope came crashing against this glass,
As I watched joy come and pass.
Yellow turned clear,
And I know there is so much to fear.

That could have been me.
That could have been you.
So yes, death scares me,
It claims what is due.

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