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It's Also Fine

It's also fine to die in our beds
on a clean pillow
and among our friends.

It's fine to die, once,
our hands crossed on our chests
empty and pale
with no scratches, no chains, no banners,
and no petitions.

It's fine to have an undustful death,
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Friday, October 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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