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The Kiss of Death

the endless whirligig

            Life 'kills’' me
       Yet, I’m 'dieing' to live
This is my 'death’' wish
 
                 
I write of 'death’’
        Is this not 'murder
'’
Am I not '’{{killing’'
      things?
 
      My 'heart’s beating’'
But I’m not breathing.
                  This isn’t 'living'!
 
I’m in this hoosegow–
               The endless whirligig
That is my mind.
 
              Taking naps at the 'cemetery'’
Feeling more 'alive’' than ever.
 
This newfound liveliness
              Is the epitome of bliss.
 
A feeling I’m going to surely miss, As I 'lip-lock’' with 'the reaper', 'Imtimately' embracing 'Death’s' kiss}}.

*deliberately structured to capture the feeling of a quite schizophrenic thought process

*posted this back in 2013
-accidentally deleted the original

#DuceFlint #Michigan

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