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Death

Death do you fear me?

I feel you when you're lurking
I feel you when you're working
I hear you everyday
As I beckon you to come
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Will you touch me, with your beautiful embrace.

Comfort me in darkness as you take my thoughts away.

I beckoned death night and day, but sadly never came.

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