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i stand, one foot on either side -
death, or life.
it is a choice, for once. 

not malfunctions, or 
circumstances, or 
anything else.

this time, it is a choice.
death whispers at me, 
but he does not want me
to enter his domain quite so young. 
life is judging, though. 
life sits there and talks on his phone. 

i look between them, 
and slowly i extract my foot 
from death's side. 
before i go, 
i give him a promise -

i will be back. 

death does not smile. 

The End

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