SNOW

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i wonder how i may die tomorrow-

accident, choke, stroke,

but dead, nonetheless.


i wish to die in the snow-

tomorrow is summer though,

And i cannot wait much longer.


i wonder how i may die tomorrow-

a pill on some faded love maybe,

but dead, nonetheless.

i wish to be remembered-

but remembered for what?

even if i was, it'll be forgotten anyway.


perhaps this day next year-

i can whisper in deaths ear,

and ask for winter once more.

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just some thoughts. 

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