36

the hold all
does not quite hold them all.

i cannot close it now. offered

a space i chose the cards, eyes closed
metaphorically i suppose.

death comes in many ways, these ended in the
bag.

i wanted to choose yours, yours and yours, yet
it had to be done quickly, recorded, posted,
recorded.

there are 36 less, i repeat.the bag will not close.

the little book of death,
on the irony.

sbm.

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