**Dedicated to Ms. Pat James**
As I watch the bright stars pierce thru the night's sky
I find myself a little more than preoccupied...
I think of death, & how to be
A person depleted by their lost identity
Making my death impossible to fear
Despite how much my life is revered...
It's confusing to deny the sanctions of fate
To wish that time could somehow abdicate...
I've died before, it wasn't enough
The result is now my skin is TOO tough
So, in the end My soul has learned this:
Every death is sealed with a kiss...
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