we all die

We All Die

After my
aneurysm surgery,
where they
most of
my arteries
down thru
my gut
with plastic
tubes & mesh,
I knew that
we all die.


But now,
ten years
sitting here
smoking a
I’m once
entertaining the
thought of
living forever.

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