“Maybe by a minute,
might’ve been a day.
Either way I escaped it,
was lucky either way.
Was it a random choice,
maybe geography?
Not sure why I escaped it,
why I live on to see.
The scourge that decimated,
took all that talent away.
Why did I survive it?
What am I left to say....
that has meaning or heft or gravitas for days?
Not sure what to make of it,
questions running through my mind.
I only know that I escaped it,
*** not yet the deadly kind.
Maybe by an hour,
who am I to say?
A.I.D.S. - the affliction of a generation, will it ever go away?“
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
“Maybe by a minute,
might’ve been a day.
Either way I escaped it,
was lucky either way.
Was it a random choice,
maybe geography?
Not sure why I escaped it,
why I live on to see.
The scourge that decimated,
took all that talent away.
Why did I survive it?
What am I left to say....
that has meaning or heft or gravitas for days?
Not sure what to make of it,
questions running through my mind.
I only know that I escaped it,
*** not yet the deadly kind.
Maybe by an hour,
who am I to say?
A.I.D.S. - the affliction of a generation, will it ever go away?“
Pose FX got me feeling some kinda way:
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