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Death. I think about you often My chest begins to tighten Holding the thought still in my mind No more Nothing All will cease Trying  to swallow the ocean Counting the grass Unfathomable. Like a computer screen that has shut Off. For eternity. My computer screen. Not the one I use now No The far more superior one in my brain. I wonder about you, My computer You worry Me Sometimes you stretch for the off button yourself Loosening the batteries Trying to convince the drink To spill all over your screen Sometimes Dearest Computer, You try and off yourself.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
A metaphor
Death. I think about you often My chest begins to tighten Holding the thought still in my mind No more Nothing All will cease Trying  to swallow the ocean Counting the grass Unfathomable. Like a computer screen that has shut Off. For eternity. My computer screen. Not the one I use now No The far more superior one in my brain. I wonder about you, My computer You worry Me Sometimes you stretch for the off button yourself Loosening the batteries Trying to convince the drink To spill all over your screen Sometimes Dearest Computer, You try and off yourself.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
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