Note to Maria
I don't suppose that my demise is something
That you think about. I doubt you think of me
At all when I'm no longer in your sight. That's
Okay. It's not as if I'm planning to propose
To you. I think you're lovely. That is all.
I doubt that we would get along, but there's
A chance that I still will believe that you are
Beautiful even in those final minutes just
Before I die.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-05-04 at 20:37
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