“Friend”
I’ve been thinking about death I cannot lie
He writes me letters and I reply
He checks my pulse until it stops
And lays me down in a wooden box
No doubt that's simply what deaths about
He shuts your eyes and closes your mouth
To seal the deal he lays a note
On my chest below my throat
A note in ink that clearly reads
Here lies his friend
He no longer needs.
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Author:
AlinaVanderson (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2018 10:26
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Comments3
Bravo!! love it. tells so much.
thanks so much!
The imagery is wonderful, I love this 🙂
Love it. Check mine out, similar category.
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