A Death Of Dying: Revolutionary Email Improv Sonnet

You reach, at times,
a death of dying.
When, despite all your rhymes,
you don’t feel like trying.

You make the choice,
and just move on.
You at last give voice
to your independence song.

The pain and hurt
you’ve felt in the past
simply grow inert.
They no longer last.

And as you live without any more crying,
you carry on as your tears are drying.

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