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Photo: brains the head
I know I’m near.
Not so bad as some.
Here, I mean. Here ― whatdoyoucallit.
Wait, it will come.
I wanted to die in my own little head;
but after the ― clock?
No… stroke!
Stroke of midnight, that’s how I got there.
Here, I mean, to the Test Home.
I couldn’t do for myself anymore.
All the chopping and [...]
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Photo: jurek d.
Fifty years here. Then all in one stroke…
My turn now. No help but to go.
I’m Old Folk.
Let me see, let me see. What will I need?
What does it mean when you’re even past need?
The one single thing I wish I could bring
Is the warming cup of feeling familiar.
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Photo: eXage
The poor things! Every one
with the cold of the world ‘round her shoulders ―
and that’s not to mention the weight of the man,
unless it’s the stab of his absence.
Some come from ashes, some dust, some clay;
but none is numb.
I had a scar or two of my own,
though grown hidden in folds of [...]
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