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An old casket I call my best friend

I carry my casket with me wherever I may go.
Though itís luxurious and heavy it doesnít slow.
Take a rest anywhere I damn well please.
Shelter from the rain, the humans and beasts.

It makes for a great table and makes plenty of seats.
Room for two, come into my casket so we may meet.
A beautiful show piece and spectacular comfort inside.
My Casket doesnít have wheels but can take you for a ride.

Die once, die twice, die infinite times if that is your wish.
Hang yourself in my casket while dancing with slit wrists.
Here you will always come back. All better again!
Though I love you my casket will always remain my best friend.

I drag my casket with me wherever I may go.
The emotional toll it takes on me increasingly slows.
If I rest now I will forever end this magical piece.
I canít stop now my creative writing is still on lease.
Written by miseryomy
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