Come swim
in my stream of consciousness.
Don't worry,
the water's warm.
The skies in winter
are the most beautiful.
When I die,
I want to collapse
in a crowd of people
and be forgotten
immediately afterwards,
remembered,
perhaps,
as the man who died
but no one ever
really knew why,
or wondered why,
for that matter.
That'd be the best way
to go.
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