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By Star of David Date: 2019 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2019.09.09.06.40.14168]] |
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the last time I lost you I found myself feverishly saving stories of how many people died that day and how I would flip through them eyes burning hands trembling GREEDY tasting them with relish seething envy reciting their names lusting after their deaths almost hating them for escaping struck by lightning? so many! so lucky! electrocuted? how sudden, how kind! road accident? how ordinary! I'll take it! insides turned into soup by fluoride ion? a slow death, this, always too late when you know you've been exposed [it was too late when I knew I had exposed myself to loss to come, to this heavy grief, when I first set eyes on you] imagine being envious of the dead - damp corpses rotting in cold graves - but that was then |