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Jan 2013
I killed myself and went to Heaven
God held my hand and asked
"Can I get you anything? A cup of tea? Coffee?"
We are breathing.


And she says it with me:
"The meaning of life."

I stand alone
talking to myself
in the stars.

"Ah, yes." Smiles.
"What flavor would you like?"
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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