I always thought
I would die first.
I guess I still could.
But not you, not you.
Grief is coming and I cannot understand this,
cannot grasp the sheer reality of it.
Not true, not true.
Lying there supposed to be taking naps, gut laughs,
the thirty year war.
Tunky.
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