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Jan 2014
I've called to death a thousand times
And not once has he answered.
His door is locked, his lights are off.
There's no one home in Deaths' house.

I awoke today as usual,
But wishing that I didn't.
I called to Death and he told me
That my life had beauty in it.

I quickly scoffed and brushed it off,
Still longing for life's' end.
Until I heard that singing bird,
and with that my day was brightened.

I still call Death from time to time,
but just to see how he's been.
Sometimes Death even calls to me
But I rarely let him in.
Alyssa Algorithm
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Alyssa Algorithm  California
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