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Death
Death knocks on my door-
like my future best friend
The ever dying, undying, will to live wilts like an oxidised avocado.
She is no longer a lover that calls every night.
No. Death is my neighbour.
My affairs to the waking...
like my future best friend
The ever dying, undying, will to live wilts like an oxidised avocado.
She is no longer a lover that calls every night.
No. Death is my neighbour.
My affairs to the waking...
