a fitting end.

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blink and see the butterflies....

lie and stare at the sky and welcome yourself into this gilded penthouse called DEATH. 

*****

a/n: 

the end. that's it. we are done. nice knowing you, etc. 

but.....there is another poem book coming so three cheers and that. 

i'll leave you with it's cryptic title:

PARK AVENUE

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