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2 mo' Poems on life
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life is like a parasite
a vampire
the only tyrant
the only cannibal
so afraid to let go
of itself
so afraid there will be no mirror
around the next corner
just an abyss
owned by a quenchless
restless desire
undead
"Morning"
To die
To yourself
Is to wake
Into a state of repose
On the green grass by the lake
Where your friends have been waiting.
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