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I lay with a fixed gaze

Oblivious to the chatter around

Body all motionless

All ears to my inner sound

Memories of my yesteryear

is all that interests me now

a smirk on my naughty lips

with the eternal trademark bow

I realize I am short on time

for people don’t leave my side

Attention I am not used to my friend

In my solace I seek pride

Memories good and bad

and some troubled times

I can’t see her around

The one who always completed my rhymes

They all stare at me with pity

Unknown to the spirit inside

I have lived my days of glory

but let’s leave that aside

Once again I’ll be off

to a journey of my choice

But before I leave this chaos

Let me enjoy my Last Rites.

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