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the depths of death
i second guess.
a thought that will not
convalesce,
will not rest or
recompense
until I put
my
self to test

but where and how?
this my vow
to let set sweat
upon my brow,
to beat my body
unendowed,
make machine
of this mortal shroud.

but to what end?
to most offend.
to oppose by means
no one defends.
to depose once
and for all the sense
this life was ever
mine to begin.

-m.p. 
04/08/2016

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