Is wrestling a paper in a desperate pursuit of words enough
to prove one has a chance to transcend an inanimate object?
After all, if there is nothing morbid about the first breath,
why would it be about the last one? We all know substitutes
are endless.
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Love this! Very well-written and interesting. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you. You are more than welcome to read my other poems and prose.
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