Poetry

Last Wish

Today is my last day of life.

I will run up bills,

Curse folks out

and profess my unconditional passion

for

those

I

love.

I want to eat my favorite meal.

I do not have a favorite meal,

What exactly am I going to do with myself?

Where am I?

My mind is lost.

My hair is tossed.

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