Death Is Not the End
Laying here in the stench of decomposition
Your putrid body is so very still against my own.
I watched your chest heave a last heaving breath,
And then settled in against the painted wall to wait.
Finally it came with a change in the direction of the air,
And I knew it was a concept that had become finalized.
No tears need to be shed over your dead body,
I loved it alive enough to last through eternity.
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