Dying is a Long Road

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It is a long road to travel

No wheels to make it easy

No cliff waiting for a jump

No time constraint, just raw minutes

Between air and blackness

Dirt waits with no prejudice

Make my ashes a tree

Let’s have an apple pie

Smoke some weed for anxiety

And dive beneath my wetted sheets

Last call for oxygen.

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