You know...
I had sat in bed the other night.
And weighed both pro and con to mortal plight.
Truth be told, there's no pro in sight.
No more patience for mortal tripe,
Unsure of pleasure in afternoon delight.
Nor subtle sailing of morning kite.
I just deemed true to see the world,
Give one last chance to love unfurled.
In dawns light, beautiful curls, surprised.
Brisk, beach and bale unspoiled,
The love of a woman, yet uncoiled.
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Truth is,
I want,
To die.

N.H.