You
If I where on an isalnd
and could only bring one thing
I would want to bring you,
you could sit next to me
If i brought you on the island,
I would not be alone
we could talk all day
like we do on the phone
We could snuggle up together
when it gets to cold at night
we could run around and play
as if there was no fright
As time would pass on, I would get restless
You would come in handy, for your flesh and blood
that is somthing I could live off
until I would join you in death, after you had been consumed
So I would bring you on the island, for food and comfort
I would spend my last few days with just you
us alone, and then just me alone
but in the end, i would again see you.
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