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Waiting for the End
And here I stand Open hand The heavens bleed on my palm I wait The burn I sweat Life verified by this heat My mind seared with opiate memories I pace Embittered, waiting for death Stalling till my last breath Epicurean termination, my fingertips tingle The void nears I halt Place my hat on the wicker chair Do you have a dime to spare One last cup of coffee is all my care Let the ashen sip singe my tongue…