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The day it died
No-the day I died
It was beautiful
Sunlight gleaming
Across windshields
Casting shade on blacktop
Birds singing in trees
Leaves trembling in the breeze
Urban landscape
Somehow exotic
Both familiar
And somehow alien
I recall the foul stench of construction
The gentle laughter of a child
And a random cellphone ring
Kind of off topic
But is there a right day to die?
Nobody pictures
The vibrancy of life
When discussing a grisly death
But I think it shows one thing
Death is never far from life
And life continues as if to spite death
Somehow in this duality
I found myself on that street
Enveloped by the beauty
Of that sunny day
With music blasting
I barreled down the sidewalk
A real man on a mission
In my blue and gray uniform
My hair neatly combed
With a slight waddle
From being overweight
I oozed confidence
Eyes flashing charisma
Like the lights glaring at me
The honk of the horn
And it all went black
A deeper black than I've ever known
On this sunny and beautiful day
My world went black
No more thoughts
No more crippling self-doubt
Nor self-assured walk
No more work
No more bills
No more happiness
No more sorrow
No more me
Except for a snippet on the nightly news
Living on as a memory
Good night sweet prince

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