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SWALLOW

you put
coins on my eyes
but I swallowed them

death
is such a
hard thing to
swallow

hard act to follow
imagine singing The Beatles’
“A Day in the Life” while
you wait for the
traffic to
stop
for all eternity

digging your own quiet
picturesque grave
but gravity forcing you
down down down

one of those
birds circling your head
not making
it summer