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I know my time is short;
I’m a ticking clock.
An author writing a book
Trying not tear it up.
It may not be today
But the time’s not far away
One day I’ll throw it all away

And so I write to fight myself
Toil and create to spite myself
There needs to be something left of me
Something of mine they get to see
My legacy , my memory
The history of this insanity
This essence that’s uniquely me.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 05/31/2016 by Shaman in Poetry

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