Day 1584, when.

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Every night

when you close your eyes

and wait for the moment

that never comes


and when you are there

you are also gone

for a few hours

or forever


one example

that death will come

and always

at the end of your life


remember that

Day 1489, leave.

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at the end

she whirled

to a welcoming



in a quiet


her life

moved away


at the end

of this winter

a thought

and her cage

where left




Day 982, our graveyard.

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Lost writings, their meaning

on an old machine,

a lost pride.

The last paint, final

it’s value, what’s left

at the end

it is character, that exists

written in awareness,

our graveyard.


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