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i had one foot in the river styx
counting change for the boatman
when i woke up
only wet with perspiration
i was mere moments away
from cold judgment
nothing in comparison to
the critiques of my peers
or of my mother
who would have shoved my mouth
full of pomegranate
if it meant ridding herself of me
alas, here i am
too much alive
either the gods' divine will
or hades' sick joke
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