He Sits ComfortablyA Poem by Leesah
I sit nervously by death as it is coy in patience, a fated blur of thought rushes in mind as if he scrolled the way forth.. a timely conviction of things perhaps life is just that an admonition of dreams already abided... and he sits comfortably always, like he does to make eyes wider, more receiving to live
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