The Fix

Praise the fix! The dark--
the deathly days gone
My heartbeat pounds softer and
I'm sleeping at dawn
And the choking named “Lively”,
is finally gone


Praise the fix! The dark--
the deathly days passed
I may have lost my strength like
the ageing bones, cast
covered, on a woman so
old, whose life has passed


Praise the fix! The dark--
the deathly days blown
away with dandelions
and inside is stone
where my ageing bones should be
and so I have grown

The End

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