Born to Die

I have no special immunity

From my time's incontinuity.

I will age, as sour, in time

Like a grape, our, on the vine

Unbound, I'll drop to the ground;

Brown, lost, never found.

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I have a ghost and it is time to give it up

When I see, half-empty, my half-full cup.

Nights will fall as days will rise

I'll lie in state, when time-to-live dies.

For I was born with redemptive apoptosis,

And not with, bountiful, apotheosis.