Death becomes me,
It consumes my soul.
It terrorizes me
And leaves me shaken.
Who will stand to gain
All that has been lost?
The poison sets in,
Quickening the murky end.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
Oohh have a nice cup of tea instead, and not be too 'dark'! The tea should sort out things, along with a slice of cake and a chat with a friend. lol.
LOL! 😉 Thanks for reading!
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