dearth here isn’t thy string
death circles
you
look over your shoulder
no the other one
or if you turn
it is behind you
and in front of you
inside you it has a warm smile
that causes a shiver
pauses a thought
what if
just one more
what if
surely
if i sit here a moment
death will pass me by
just a short snooze
… oooooooze
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