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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #741708

my feelings towards death.

Death

Deadly, silent, quick, and cold
Happens after you get old.
Always coming after you.
Floating pain stinging sharp
Feeling just like a playing dart.
From your chest deep within
Going after all your kin.
Pick them off one by one
Till your family's life is done.
Together forever you will be
There for all eternity.

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