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I Killed Death

Blasted the notion of dissociation.
Fought away the need to forget.
Bit my lips and cried a snowflake.
Threw my head back “Hallelujah!”.
I killed death. . .
Ran around its grave, but I dared not spit in its place.
These eyes are dry.
Cried a drought; dust gathered to my persona.
Fantasy or fallacy?
Difference or similarity?
Lucid dreams cost pretty pennies.
The penny from the petty bucket of perfect wishes.
Refusing to lose myself.
I’m mines.
 




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