I do not want to die
with the taste of regret
in my mouth;
like that of 2 pms on Sunday mornings;
with much too much to finish
and much too little time.

I want to die
with satisfying exhaustion
in my bones;
like that of climbing into a warm bed at night;
after a day of accomplishing
more than I had in weeks.

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