Even death falls in love;

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Even death falls in love
though its not very nice
it follows, it stalks it traces your face
it is obsessed, forlorn, peccant
It wants to take you down
to a place made for them,
It is innocently invited in
by what is taken in
what is seen, what is heard, what is tasted what is felt
what is played, what is said,
even ones own thoughts betray unto death,
Death loves the scent
winds blow it heavy
onto the darken border lines
of sorrow ash and tears
It reeks of pleasant odor unto it
No, I will never be the same
I have a phobia that death is always near
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3 minute write
written by deadwolf November 1, 2023