He said nothing in his dying breaths.
His dying breaths were none.
Breathlessly he died.
He had the kind death one has when one forgets to Breathe.
In fact, he woke up forgetting to breathe -
So he didn’t really.
I couldn’t ask him about his breathless take on life – he was dead.
I should have said: The sooner one breathes,
I couldn’t ask him about his breathless take on life – he was dead.
I should have said: The sooner one breathes,
The sooner one lives.
But I didn’t. I didn’t know him.
So I wouldn’t have anyway.
And he was dead.
What a lapse of memory!
Like forgetting to eat, or forgetting to live, indeed.
A man who forgets to breathe don’t write a will, usually.
To breathe! To breathe! A lass!
To take part in life’s rich breath.
To live breathless?
So I wouldn’t have anyway.
And he was dead.
What a lapse of memory!
Like forgetting to eat, or forgetting to live, indeed.
A man who forgets to breathe don’t write a will, usually.
To breathe! To breathe! A lass!
To take part in life’s rich breath.
To live breathless?
To live in a foreign country.
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