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Jun 2018
I hear Death's bells
and they play a tune
that sounds so familiar
even though I know
I've never heard it
before.

In a sense, it's me
that they're ringing for.

Death is coming,
but not for my life.

He will eat my past
and so it shall vanish.

I will beg Death
to devour me also,
but he will refuse,
and I will learn
why.
Jobie
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Jobie  21/Non-binary/Canada
(21/Non-binary/Canada)   
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