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About To Die

The sun limps across the horizon  
a damp grey washes the roots  
and a desolate urge begins to cry

It's been three days  
drear settles in  
pulls murk my mask  
but I cannot lie
 
a singular perk  
a mouth full tango  
swirled and imagined  
blowing up my mind  
 
birds encircle high  
blood's letting out my eyes  
adoration held in attention  
unmerciful  
I'm about to die
Written by JusTim_
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Three days without caffeine.
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