I am not
Leaving me with
Childhood yet.
Often I am
Visiting the kitchen.
Here I am
With death
At my home.
I am not
Telling myself
Lucky.
I am playing
With the fire
And with the ice
At the same time.
I am dying
And to die
I am doing
Every possible act.
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