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Jan 2019
Darling -

It has been said
that our final death
happens
the last time
our name is spoken.

I do not know
who will be the one
to **** you
in a breath
of infinite finality

but it will not be me,
it will not be me,
it will not be me
who delivers that final blow.

Even in death,
even in darkness,
staring down the void,
yours will be
the only name
my tongue will still know.
If you are to die, I will not be alive to see it.
Cait Harbs
Written by
Cait Harbs  Gotham City
(Gotham City)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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