Burton L. Carlson
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Burton L. Carlson
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Unwilling

I hear my own death coming,
dragging its feet,

not anxious to be now
forever stuck

watching over my motionless body
lest I be struck

with boredom
and—Surprise!—just get back up.

DeathSuzi PeelMarch 20, 2014
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