buried, the untimely

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you say you hope that it stops
and there's no more deaths
and I bite my tongue
because I know there's nobody left
to die
I think.
only the untimely
and if I jinx that
then it's just a matter of time
but I try not to believe in jinxes,
I used to believe all too much
and that got me an anxiety disorder
and a forehead eroded from the touch.
so I bite my tongue,
hold my breath,
look down and not at the uncle
who smiles so much when I do
because I never used to
because I wasted so much time being shy
and now everybody is dying and I never looked them in the eye.

so I bite my tongue,hold my breath,look down and not at the unclewho smiles so much when I dobecause I never used tobecause I wasted so much time being shyand now everybody is dying and I never looked them in the eye

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