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  • this conjures the want,
    willing death nearer
    to become disposable ashes.

    i mistook it for an ashtray,
    it tickles my fancy
    and i hanker for no more than this.

    yet to round off my explosive existence,
    reduce it to more than just ashes
    i beg you use napalm instead.

    death will embrace me,
    and i'll look forward to its greeting
    leaving nothing behind to shed.
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