I keep on dying again.

        Veins collapse, opening like the

        Small fists of sleeping

        Children.

        Memory of old tombs,

        Rotting flesh and worms do

        Not virike>rike>me against

        the years

        And cold defeat live deep in

        Lines along my face.

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        I keep on dying,

        Because I love to live.
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