์ผ๋Ÿฌ์ŠคํŠธใƒป๋งŒํ™” ํˆฌ๊ณ ๏ผ†SNS์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ - ART street by MediBang

I imagine death so much it feels
More like a memory
Is this where it gets me?
In my feet?
Several feet ahead of me?
I see it coming do I run, fire my gun or let it be?

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