When my soul is no longer fit to occupy an exhausted body,
I hope to leave something useful behind
in this brutal and fascinating world.
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I absolutely devoured this incredible poem. True we are but fleeting specs, maybe someday dusted away by time, or perhaps dusted off, so that to unearth our memory...our words released to live another day......PEACE
Keep writing like that, and you'll never be asked to leave, great stuff