I'll keep you safe. I'll never let you go.
Others my push. Back, I will pull.
To keep you here is how I serve.
Take me away, I'll reach your nerves.
The law states me. You'll pay a price.
Whichever it may be, Death never looked so nice.
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Author:
Noah (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem depicts your average seat belt while carrying a double meaning for addiction.
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and death shall have no dominion
Great write
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