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We All Die Young by Paden Smith

We All Die Young

We all die young,

For the decrepit existence

is no longer living.

Blue-hot vigor cruelly fleeting

to the shriveled and ashen

corpse of yesteryear.

The intangible warmth of

life remembered –

no more than a yellow flicker

against the cold, gray tundra of time.

We hurtle toward that event horizon,

a merciless spiral into a

steely, black eye.

Its relentless stare,

the price of existing.

We all die young.

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