How to die.

January 29, 2014

Death is not sudden, it doesn't grieve.

death takes a wile to archive .

Death comes in layers.

Death is the tumor on my soul.

Death is a jackhammer pounding in.

Death is scribbling crab.

Death is a jaguar on rough padded paws.

Death is the invited dinner guest.

Death to me comes too late.

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