UnneededA Poem by Davidgeo.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 DavidgeoFeatured Review
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