I have no time to die;
As I am already dead.
My breath is an illusion;
My reality is at conclusion.
I am for a trip;
Since my veins take the heavenly drip.
I have no relatives
But all graveyards.
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Dead is my friend;
That is a trend.
My dreams are fake creams;
Nice to see in screams.
My order is a disorder.
My skin is an inaccessible border.
I have desert in my yard
But flood is in my soul’s ward.
My totality is nothing.
Being nothing, I am a no thing.
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