death is slow
and we complain
of long days
& fast sunsets
of brilliant pinks
& reds
a slow death
for this life
we’ve been granted
live it to your fullest
you can’t speed it up
no matter how hard
your lungs wish
the trees,
a living
testament
they all bend one way
a slow ride
to the other side
the slowest,
lowest
gear
and when it finally comes
it will be so sweet
the sweetest taste
to ever meet
your lips
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