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if all that I do
in this life, is give out joy
I will die smiling
About the Creator
Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
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Comments (3)
I would die smiling too if that were the case for me. Loved your Haiku!
Your poetry supplies joy in spades :)
Nice!