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Apr 2015
Acute or obtuse,
what's the
difference
when you know
it's right?

I killed myself
with you on
Jupiter,
eleven days ago
tonight.

Catch my ashes baby,
watch me burn.

And be patient my dear,
wait your turn.

We've been dead so long now,
stuffed into urns.
.



Nothing is endless.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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