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I wish I could pass away slowly,
life trickling out of me drop by drop,
with the smile on my face in defiance;
a long awaited satisfaction.
And then the pain raging in its impotence
its knives now broken and blunt.
It makes a miserable figure in its jealousy,
watching Death and me kissing passionately,
waiting for the train which seems never to come.
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