I cannot deal with death
There’s no recognition
No pre-experience
No familiarity
Other’s death
My death
It’s all the same
I can be logical
I can be a dreamer
A lover, a fool but
I cannot deal with death
I have a history
Thoughts, feelings,
Ambitions, desires
It has taken me
Years to get this far
Death takes it all away
And offers nothing
In return
Except silence
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