I've taken breaths and breaths and
One further breath every single time
But a breath won't change this breath of mine
Y'know, I sometimes stay up to see the
Sun rise (sometimes on time)
But the sight of it—it doesn't make me feel fine
I sometimes wonder if there are others
Who also wonder, and think of time
Of that fucking tick, tick, tick-tocking of time
The clock that I know is the ticking and tocking
Of my own fine
When death decides to come kind and tell me it's right
– M.M.
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