Rapidly approaching parity
between the dead and the undead me.
Parity has it’s apex.
It’s all downhill from there.
Wherever we go, there we are.
Me dead self and me undead self.
But not in a loving embrace.
I imagined us living deep in the forrest.
I did not know about our beaches.
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