declining sweet tempting death,
dressed in heartbreak that ate
me alive but I escaped its jaws.
Regret and penance killed me
whole but I made it through
like a child's old rag doll,
Surfacing again after thrown away.
Killing me is a promethean task
the eagle can't best me
I'll grow again and be free
of death's clutches like the breeze.
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