death
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virus by Àm Acevedo ¡dare! invade my body as you wager… ¡go ahead! ¡celebrate! ¡believe your folly! that you can win if i’m left dead. what you don’t know is what i know from experience: after your sickening blow, you’ll weaken with insistence. but even if you win, your joy will be ephemeral and life
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My favorite verses from the poem… moribund crab out of sight while hiding outunder sunken rockson beds of drab the moribund crabthat i am and mock,the world must learn to live without © 2025, Àm Acevedo – All Rights Reserved No part of these poems/verses may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted
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My mother was born in the month of December and passed away in December during the COVID years. These verses belong to a poem that is the last concrete and intimate moment between us ‑postmortem. My favorite verses from the poem… requiem for a snowflake winter winds cradled your descentfalling whispers sang goodbyethe unnecessary wasn’t
Àm Acevedo 