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Once. I paid,
the penultimate price,
of a life poorly led.
I left a scattered trail
of pale, poisoned coins;
that
never
did
suffice.

Lain on a floaty, cache-bought bed.
A specie, flipped, from; head to tail.
It landed, upon, my second eye, to join,
the reimbursement, for, the boatman. Twice.
I, then, entered, those; flickering doors, unever-after.
And. into, blind, eternal;
wax
and
waning
lights.

The third time,
I will close my eyes, and, have settled my debt to life.
To, Creation’s; dreamt-levy-fare, I’ll unbreak even,
with, bittersweet; harmonioustrife.

© poormansdreams

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