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Apr 2018
We’re all going to die on this Earth
Might live to 109
Or die this morning
Headed to work
Instantly
No pain
In your sleep
Gunshot to stomach
Pain for days
Far corner of the world
Or down the street from your childhood
Doesn’t matter
Still on this Earth
Death will come for you
Unless you’re an astronaut
And you’re on a spacewalk
Out there amongst the stars
And your tether becomes tangled
Then ....
Snip
Your line cuts.   ......   ... ........ .   .....
And you’re adrift
Dead within 30 minutes
No oxygen
Out in space
Drifting
But at least you didn’t die on earth
And they’ll break ground on a
Primary school in your name
The president will speak
All while your skeleton
In your spacesuit
Floats past Mars...
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
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