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Call me deranged


How do people
talk about Death?
feel it
like a
with a
gun-shot in
their ears?
or
like,
being pushed
in front of
a speeding train,
getting crushed
under it
at the base of
the platform?
or
like,
embracing the
front of a car
with a loud
thud?
at the moment
they see themselves
dying?
...
....
they
at least
do this:
feel a knife
creep into
their heart?
no!
yeah, no.
what
only I
feel about
Death.

can they
pinch in the chest
do they gasp
ok, I think
no?
how can they!
because that's

-

2018

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