Can I slide this shovel
your way?
Because I’d prefer you
be the one
Who screams and cries
out…
For an ending…
With enough time left
Before tomorrow begins.
Muscles, though sitting
ragged
On shivering bones,
Still possess a
strength
Disguised as weakness;
As pity;
As love.
It’s more than enough
to
Carry me through.
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