I crave death quietly;
a cotton blanket caressing me;
this life is one not meant to
be.
Death, I would not seek you out,
but if you asked me for a dance,
I would.
Because I know without a doubt
Death would be another chance.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC
I crave death quietly;
a cotton blanket caressing me;
this life is one not meant to
be.
Death, I would not seek you out,
but if you asked me for a dance,
I would.
Because I know without a doubt
Death would be another chance.
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