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    Next life

    Published: 12:08 PM GMT, Saturday, 22 August 2009

    These old teeth

    When ground
    Will be dust again

    And how happy I will be

    To shuck off this old form and its aches and pains
    Things done wrong already and for always wrong
    It can't forget, just recycle and chew on the
    Old bones of pain

    To move on to something new
    But the mistakes will still belong to this little me
    This flotsam
    This bubble on the edge of a wave

    Lose particulars but not consequences

    I can live with that

    No choice

    If death is sleep then why live at all
    If death is sleep there are no consequences
    If death is sleep do what you want

    If death were sleep
    I'd be asleep

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