my shadow
lengthens as the nights draw in there’s
little warmth in the distant sun I’m carving names it’s tombstone season our days are numbered we know not how so, I wrote my own obituary I was generous to myself I gave all I had to give I took all I had to take my books are balanced and inky black post mortem analysis has revealed a life misbegotten in the pursuit of
pleasure I didn’t take life too seriously I took it for a ride
22 April 2023
obituary
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