There is purpose in my next breath
The survival of it The smile and grit behind it The way it sips graveyard whiskey without getting drunk on the death of the grain How it teaches me not to apologize for my living My next breath is the ongoing poem I can't stop writing And I know it will end one day I just hope it's noteworthy enough for someone to remember me
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