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Dec 2018
what kind of person will, one day,
manifest in your mirror? one you detest?
who smells, whose feet look like
two prunes, who dwells only on
their impending doom and lives
in a garden of weeds,
who weeps,
has wept,
attempting to salvage a concept?

or will you find yourself a familiar stranger
who
has slept
peacefully, dreamfully,
through
their death;
a still life image
a peaceful visage
having accepted
their fate
adeptly and having
lived
unaccordingly?

as ever,
it is all
up to you.
croob
Written by
croob  M/usa
(M/usa)   
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