Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
An immaculate cremation
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Ruth Hsu would have enjoyed the irony. Lilith and I were going to attend an
informal ceremony for Ruth at the top of the cemetery, looking down on the
cre...
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