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Life, Death, and Taxi's

The sweet beeps wake me
another cold Saturday morn
death she lost again

letting go thoughts of depression
decompressing the contemplation
raining down

fog lifts for a minute
as I search
bloody knees and lips
for traces of sanity

ice packs freeze
an already stagnant mind
wandering bout the abyss

freedom calls in the form
of an hourglass
as last grains fall

time is running out
excuses to live
have been copied

whistles blow
the mundane march
clouds cover
taxi's roll on by
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