Unneeded

Unneeded

A Poem by Davidgeo
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how many days do you think you have left?

probably not as many as you think.

probably.

eventually everyones brains dissolve into the soil like rain,

hearts stop beating the same, things do unravel alike.

some may even see it coming,

called "the unlucky ones", the damned who get to prepare for what's left...

with something fleeting.

i wonder if masturbation feels the same when you know you're dying?

i hope i die lucky,

ignorant and suprised.

i don't need to know what masturbation feels like when i know i am dying.

might feel too much like living...

© 2017 Davidgeo


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I have to agree with you. Knowing would mean a chance to make amends, right the wrongs, say the good byes but I think it would be depressing to know that all the things you like doing, eating, seeing etc are now on a time limit... Interesting thoughts.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Davidgeo

7 Years Ago

Thanks shoes. Nice to see you.
Papaya

7 Years Ago

I am happy to be back. Thank you.



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I have to agree with you. Knowing would mean a chance to make amends, right the wrongs, say the good byes but I think it would be depressing to know that all the things you like doing, eating, seeing etc are now on a time limit... Interesting thoughts.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Davidgeo

7 Years Ago

Thanks shoes. Nice to see you.
Papaya

7 Years Ago

I am happy to be back. Thank you.

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Added on January 10, 2017
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Davidgeo
Davidgeo

Johnsburg, IL



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