Leaving behind fragments of myself
My story in the bestseller
carelessly thrown on the bookshelf
A song which I had composed
A random painting that
was auctioned last week
Scattered parts of me interspersed
in your surroundings and
subconsciously in your psyche
What would Gogh have thought
when he shot himself in his head?
A great part of me shall escape the grave
My goal was clearly not to live forever
But it was to create something which does
You may shun my work now,
shut me out from your children
boycott and outcaste me
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