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Year 2018 going gone

 


y e a r         grinding d
                                     o
                                     w
                                      n             to the last
                                                       month  of
                                                  this "final month"
                                              of it's imaginary, abstract
                                                           grid,
The last and final year of Your Life on Earth in this place
                                               where we all were "born", & now,
                                              and again, and still....still dead.

Daddy's eyes'll never see you again.   Neither Mom's

Seems            so fucking        impossible....nearly obscene, certainly
                                                                                                                insane,
                                                                                              but so many others
                                                                                    are here in this Pain
                                                                               recurring 1000s of times
                                                                     an hour in every
                                                                one
                                                   of these choking,
                                               suffuckating
                                         goddamn
                                 mini-eternity
                       daysweeksmonths
         and the many
    too many years
you will still be gone.

December's   Grinding Down, & You Are Gone.........

Dada's got little use for any December, Xmas, or fucking New Year
                                         any'more.......(& "short-sighted" it
                                        may well be),

                                   You're Gone.....  but I'll always
                                                     love you, little girl.

Wee can grasp and clasp and cling to all this shallow fun, selfish pleasure, and
      all wee Think wee Deserve, but this crippling, pathetic pain
                        is all that's left for Our End.


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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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Author's Note
Leah Marie KozAK-----April 30, 1987 - July 4th, 2018
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