Death is something
that will happen to another
person, on an another day,
when you are a bit older,
and tired, more tired
than even on this day,
this day that sees you
lie down on the grass
and sleep in the cool
shade, while the ground
burns hot where
the gravel touched
your bare feet.
An another person,
almost just like you,
just a bit older,
on an another day.
12.07.2023
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