| Dear death
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| How have you been?
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| It’s been awhile since I’ve felt your warmth envelope my skin
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| Sometimes I hear your whisper echo between my sheets
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| Or let your poems whisk me off to sleep
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| Do you miss me?
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| The scent of smoke drifting from my clothes
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| Like a perfume that you loathe
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| But cherish when you’re alone
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| And I can’t say the same
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| Your grasp once swallowed me whole but I’m okay
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| Now I’m okay
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| Dear death
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| I hear your knuckles graze my door
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| The winter months have reached their crux
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| I’m sure you long for warmth
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| But the corners of my conscious suffer to let me know
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| That if you lay a minute in my bed it’ll be so hard to see you go
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| Did you love me?
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| I swear I never meant to do you wrong
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| You saw right through me all along
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| And even if your body felt like home
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| And your essence is in all I am and all I know
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| Maybe I’m just better off alone
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| And how am I supposed to sleep at night?
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| Knowing that your ghost is waiting for me on the other side?
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| And I will keep my head above the surface until your rivers run dry
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| These brittle bones harness the strength to fight
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| You may consume every piece of me
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| Just leave me be
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| And when you turn your back on me
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| And tell me I’ll die alone
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| I feel everything you’ve taken
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| In the marrow of my bones
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| What if I never loved you?
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| What was I to say
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| If you sacrifice what is most dear to me
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| As a plea for me to stay?
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| And I’m sorry that it must end this way
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| But now I’m okay |