This is not a poem.
I was told
a woman died today.
I don't know
her age or name,
but she was
5 feet 11 inches
42 kilos,
she modelled lingerie.
Her heart didnt
work anymore.
And I know
there may be
greater tragedies,
(not for her)
and still I went to the gym
and was happy when
I lost 5 pounds.
Its not a poem,
just something I needed
to write down.
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