The end of this is coming;
quietly crawling
sleepily slinking it's way
here.
(Preparation prepared only
for pretentious presumptions.)
Open widely, your arms,
embrace finality as it coyly curls
on your cold foot like a placid puppy.
Accept it's graciousness to
willingly wait and finally,
once solidly shattered,
quietly crawl
your horrifyingly heartwrenched
body into a benign beginning.
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