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I taste it
I could set the scene
of falling leaves, cold dew
and the feeble light of sunrise.
I'd much rather say it straight;
I'm ready to die
to join him in the afterlife.
To stop running,
cease fighting it
at every turn.
And simply die.
of falling leaves, cold dew
and the feeble light of sunrise.
I'd much rather say it straight;
I'm ready to die
to join him in the afterlife.
To stop running,
cease fighting it
at every turn.
And simply die.
Published 19th Feb 2014
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