WORD

ICY LIFE

Should I write or sing,
the melancholy of my days
the flattery of unavoidable day dream
where the rattling of leaves leave my stomach squelching
yet I strive to see the sweet side of you.
sooner I will break
all that shall be left to prove my existence
will be words, neither with beginning nor ending.
An uplift from my friend, death

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