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Nov 2015
Sometimes I think that
I have a sadness
That will never leave my bones
It will whittle down to almost nothing
But only almost,
Never truly gone.

I wish to shed this body and move on from this corporeal plane
May I have new flesh and blood?
Some less melancholy bones?
I think I've been through quite enough,
Thank you

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