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(Poem: 16.8.20) I don’t know what will get me,When the repo comes to call.Maybe a bullet,Stray shrapnel,Or double-edged sword.Unlikely, all things considered,But not impossible. I don’t know who will take me,Whether He or Her or Them.A snapped ladder,Car crash,A bigot with a flick-knife?Maybe. Though I try to be safe,Follow the rules, sort of. I don’tContinue reading “I Don’t Know What Will Get Me”