Humdrum

 IF I had a million lives to live
 and a million deaths to die
 in a million humdrum worlds,
I’d like to change my name
 and have a new house number to go by
 each and every time I died
 and started life all over again.

I wouldn’t want the same name every time
 and the same old house number always,
 dying a million deaths,
 dying one by one a million times:
 —would you?
 or you?
 or you?

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