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eternity passed away today

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tigereverskin

Published: Jan 1, 2015

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eternity passed away today,
stopped and slapped my face,
took my hand and kissed me because i'm beautiful.

eternity passed away today,
laughed and traveled on,
took my hand and dragged me along because i'm beautiful.

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eternity passed away today. Written March 17, 1998.

_{I'm not even going to call this a revision. I left out some lines in the middle. That's it. What's left is all original.

I lost my dad a couple of weeks ago, so I felt this would be a fitting little piece to end such a sad year. It's either about dying, or living again. I don't remember which, so I'll leave it up to you. Either way, I think it's hopeful. Happy New Year.}