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death is a tiny girl in pink — with yellow hair                           and stick legs - coming out at twilight , she knocks on your door with her claws in a fist                                 and smiles wide at you from the dark.           .             . a wolf in sheeps hide , but she is only a sheep           (not even) and she wants to hold your hand . .
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
why didn’t you do right
death is a tiny girl in pink — with yellow hair                           and stick legs - coming out at twilight , she knocks on your door with her claws in a fist                                 and smiles wide at you from the dark.           .             . a wolf in sheeps hide , but she is only a sheep           (not even) and she wants to hold your hand . .
I’ve been playing a lot of love Nikki recently which helped develop this but it was really inspired by another poem I read where they described death as a little girl who listens to the world from underneath the ground
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
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