When the cancer worm finally bores through my heart, I will be ready to go. Or when that pillaging of tuberculosis completes its journey from toe nail to teeth shale, I’ll return my body to the State, in repose, or in situ, or however they need to arrange my clever frame. My last stand is my last stand-the ultimate breath I draw-before I wink at
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