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when i die you won’t care
you won’t see this advent dream of anything
a flight, a wish of something cruel
a place inside this ardent lifting

when i die you won’t care
you won’t miss me or remember anything
such light is reserved for important beings
a cost of living these days

when i die you won’t care
you won’t fucking remember anything
save chances for thoughts of solving what?
a screaming voice at a wall

when i die you won’t care
you think you’ll suffer this simple joke
a moment, adjust a minute without me
a folly is inconsiderate in least

when i die you won’t be there.

(C)2013 Chris Vaughn

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