Dying Days
dying days
live life
the best
the most
the greatest
and all the others less impactful days
sew a sweater together, warm and safe
to survive those dying days
the body of your world is starved
i can see it’s bones and slowly beating heart
why don’t you put a little life in that life of yours
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