The End

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​I know when the end is coming

It creeps in, swallows your breath,
And leaves you gasping for air
That is thin and owns no name

The sound of your bones
Cracking
Wakes you from
A deep sleep

The tosses and turns
Cease
Water on your nightstand
Fills the pools in your eyes

Death by submersion

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