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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Death

Icy fingers wrap around my neck.
Trace your name onto my soul, etch loss deep in my veins.
Leave not one single tear unshed.
Regret not your choice of death.
Grip my soul to make it yours.
Cleave to me in one final breath.



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