3.9

With poison in my veins & lungs,
I call for you.
My voice,
A gurgle
Yours
A breath.

Don't forget me when I'm gone, old friend,
And I'll spread your good name
To Death and their Angels.
Whisper my name,
And tell yourself,
Amen.

It is so tiring.
And the sky has never been bluer.

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