What is a thing to die for?
Is it large or small?
Is it sturdy or delicate?
Can you sell it?
I can imagine the things I would die for.
They're multi-faceted.
Sometimes I like to think that they are small enough to hide beneath my thumb.
What I fail to realize is that they are hiding me.
What is a thing to die for?
Is it cheap or expensive?
Is it tangible or existential?
Can you taste it?
I sometimes imagine having the things I would die for.
They're massive.
Sometimes I write poems about them in order to carry them with me.
What I fail to realize is how they smear like ink that hasn't dried.
What is a thing to die for?
Is it sweet or bitter?
Is it trivial or important?
Can you justify it?
I sometimes imagine having the things I would die for.
Is it large or small?
Is it sturdy or delicate?
Can you sell it?
I can imagine the things I would die for.
They're multi-faceted.
Sometimes I like to think that they are small enough to hide beneath my thumb.
What I fail to realize is that they are hiding me.
What is a thing to die for?
Is it cheap or expensive?
Is it tangible or existential?
Can you taste it?
I sometimes imagine having the things I would die for.
They're massive.
Sometimes I write poems about them in order to carry them with me.
What I fail to realize is how they smear like ink that hasn't dried.
What is a thing to die for?
Is it sweet or bitter?
Is it trivial or important?
Can you justify it?
I sometimes imagine having the things I would die for.
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