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how do you write a poem about almost dying?
its a joke, a topic of discussion.
my neighbors stayed awake all night with me in the er,
further blurring the line between family and friends.
i kept my plans for the following day,
because i heard that the french translation for orgasm is little death,
and i needed something to look forward to.
in the end i cried in his arms.
in the end.
in. the. end.
i hope that my life was worth something to the people around me.
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