we knew this day would come
like death and like taxes
we welcomed it like winter
like sunrise and like madness
did our best to preserve it
tried our darnedest to bottle it
in a mason jar with a faltering lid
we just couldn't keep it air tight any longer
we tried our damnedest - really, we did
but sometimes we're just not meant to last
our number came up
like sunrise and like madness
you can scribble it out all you want
but you can't change the date of expiration
so i swallowed hard
and poured her milky thighs
down the kitchen sink
put on my bravest face
and walked out into the madness
exhaling like death and taxes
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