i sometimes wonder when i’ll die
and i try not to personify it
it won’t come for me
it's something in my cells
and i think of when because
death has no dignity
will i be asleep
or on the shitter
or sitting at my desk
in service of someone else
given what happens
i suppose it’s all the same
until i finally get around to thinking
about when i’ll live
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