Less Like Fire, More Like Mold

My dear friend
It doesn’t end the way you think
Battling the rising water
The sun leering down
Or a blast then a wind
then cliché images of rusty bikes and swings

It ends cold ass on a couch
Lipitor commercials and QVC
Re-reading picture history books
That just don’t give any clues as to why no one visits anymore

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