Death in a family

Let’s.
Let us.
Talk about a fetus.
Cold albeit the hot one.
Enveloped by intermittent falls.
It’s a reunion.
Him, dressed, not as shabbily.
Maybe, I described a death in a family.
Maybe, they’ll get it on,
Death in a family.

There.
I met a man.
Old and wise.
Elder and concise.
Forged in fire and ice.
When the ice melts.
Puff! Goes the fire.
Freedom of expression.
Finally.
Maybe, I described a death in a family.
Maybe, they’ll get it on,
Death in a family.

Couldn’t miss,
the mature touch-me-nots.
Sans their snots.
Or care for composure.
Or flair for facture.
For the soon-to-be pasture.
The leaves shrunk to their own stimuli.
Maybe, I described a death in a family.
Maybe, they’ll get it on,
Death in a family.

Hello! millennial.
The senseless one.
How’s the Fort Knox?
Saw the seepage through the rocks.
Dumbing it down doesn’t ease it.
This is a moment.
Won’t you freeze it?
Oops! It happened again.
You.
Wiping tears.
Hastily.
Maybe, I described a death in a family.
Maybe, they’ll get it on,
Death in a family.

Now,
Let’s make a bet.
Find me.
Win a secret.
I’ve seen
mutual hatred.
Alleged.
Wet eyeballs grow.
Enlightened.
Images printed to
rendered.
Lived a life.
Unhazed.
Left a life.
Unfazed.
Presenting.
The talking man and a corpse cold.
Starring.
The dead guy and the poet in mould.
Respectively.
Incorrectly.
He loved me unbounded and gracefully.
Salt-watered parched and prosefully.
For
maybe, he described a death in a family.
Maybe, they’ll get it on,
Death in a family.

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