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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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