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.:Shine & Example:.
an explosion
the end of a life, the exploding
the fire, some ash, always the ash
much dirt, often dirt, often holes
alotta holes; too many
whole holes for one’s true self to fall through
in finality, in death its what we do
I’m so sorry
sorry is a kiss for you who’s missed
sorry for your family who’ve lived the risk
sorry, is the hoped for
that entitled bliss
sorry, then sorry there’s another curse
sorry, another sorry and then the hearse
perhaps later on some recited verse
so drunk, sorry saying we didn’t rehearse
again I’m so sorry about the holes
about the fire and how it rolls
about the dirt, about the ash
how it all had sprung from the fire’s flash
again, sorry that
there should’ve never been an explosion
again, sorry about our bond and its careless erosion
I’m sorry for these visiting storms; this
our modern lives and their tragic norms
sorry about the repetitive
so sorry that I’m needing a sedative
and I’ll be sorry for these times that you didn’t live
for I’ll be sorry that it was your life that you had to give
and so sorry for your wake at this god-awful pub
and sorry for our friends
who’ll be missing their hub
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