Last Days

They could cut off my arm
And it would not hurt as much
They could hack off my ear
but I could still hear
They could topple my height
By detaching my legs
But the ache of the loss
Would not match that of today’s.

Ironically, I must smile through it all
I must not whimper like now
as the guillotine falls.

I made the bed…

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