Expiration Date Poem by Reed Dietiker

Expiration Date



Its gone, way too late
No time to wake
Fallen down, aint no getting up
The result for loving this junk

Now, knowing my heart has sunk
No need to hang
I'll walk alone

So, I'll say my goodbyes
Fell my breath, cold as ice
Chill with death, because there is no price

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