Lullaby

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f my eyes were to close, and never to open,

My life ebb slowly,

And darkness to harken?

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Where would you be?

Would you pick out the coffin?

.. ..

A simple malaise, or perhaps a snafu,

An accident at work,

But what would you do?

.. ..

Would you cry at the memories,

We created together?

Would you smile at the fun times,

We had in December?

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Or a notch on a post,

Might I soon become?

A person you knew,

A friend at the most?

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And so I walk the other way,

My life illuminated,

It’s my own path I make.

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For in the end who can rely,

On hysterical bittersweet lullabies?