Things I was thinking about before I fell asleep

A free writing ditty

A cold fever,
crackling jaw,
crushing and cavorting.

Residue slips with
the slow descent,
smothering and swathing.

Distant demise
produces dread,
as we all deal with death.

How long do you keep the phone number of a dead man?

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