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Jul 2017
never has death
seemed more
humble, or charming
sincere, engaging.
Extending a hand
to a friend
in need
it seems.
But we only
brush fingertips...
I am scared
that the land of the dead
will not accept me
if I
stumble in
uninvited.
why does my sorrow continue to point me towards death?
me again
Written by
me again  25/Mojave
(25/Mojave)   
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     ---, Book Thief and Youdont Needthis
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