Nature of Such Things

It is the nature of such things, you say

and it's in my nature

to hate

the nature of such things.

I despise when 

I can't wish an unripe


and when my hippocampus

methodically rejects

the fact I'm not quite alone.

It's the nature of such things

to feel my shins

seize up with frissons and

goosebumps only

because it's the same

temperature as you,

to want to die once in a while,

and to want to live, once too

often for my behavior.

The End

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