Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Yeah If

If I die,

then I'll have done some thing.
I crawled across
a desert of mud baked black, until
I wore out and cracked. Like
everything.

When I die

I want to take myself. But I know
you can't take it with you, when you go
you're gone as well. Whenever
I die.
I always
do some thing.

To mark the occasion
in special ways, for any one
who has marked my days,

I
die.

Like we always do.
There's a reason why
we came here, and dying
is always the thing
that makes it true. So while

I die,

please don't
forget something.
I know you're going to any way, I
just had
to throw in a plea

to make this ring.

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