So much news of demise and passings
Lately, as the years
Go by, and bodies grow old,
Reliving the souls from their shells,
Shrouding the families in cold,
Sad states of mind. . .
It will be us one day, lying in the earth,
Dreaming of another world,
Our flesh too weak to support us
Torn and frayed like our coats.
But for now, I need a drink,
A subtle touch of numbness.
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