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Premature Decay
I’m decaying prematurely,
with a marked efficiency I never utilized in life.
Bits of ash float from my mouth each time it opens
and my hands mark all I touch
with a temporary smudge.
I’m going out like a burning star.
I can feel it.
My friends receive text after text of inane thoughts
impossible for anyone to appreciate.
They have no value;
I’m simply yelling into a void.
I want you to know me before I go.
Take what you can from this ash I leave.
Through the rubble lies sunsets and love for you.
Maybe it’s ruined, but I’ll heave it towards you anyway.
I hope there’s any value in it
to make my passing slightly bittersweet.
I’ll love you from below.
I swear on it.
Copyright ©
Somebody Somewhere
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