DEATH
Death found my soul
but not my heart.
Death is a constant
reminder of something
there up in the sky
the stars.
Death will always
follow you.
Every day.
Death found her
before I did.
Death is everywhere.
In all your eyes.
On your pillow when
you cry.
On your hands when
you bleed.
Death was in her
head when she died.
For him.
For Death.
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