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Lipstick stains
On my cigarette filter
Come here, Death
Let me kiss your cheek
Death was here but she didn't stay for long, she gave me a message and said to pass it on, 'Don't worry, my child, your time has not yet come, for I am death and I'll tell you when to run.'

— The End —