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One Last Day

In my death
She comes for me
To steal my breath
With woeful melody
To hewn my soul,
On crude bone flute
With songs of ol'
My life dilute

Bring me pain
Bring me sorrow
One last day I wish to borrow
Pluck me straight from waist
For one last day, I wish to taste!

In that moment,
She stops to play
Contemplating,
One last day

Shrieking of laughter
But sets me free!
"And price of one day after,
Straight to hell with me!"
Written by sstruhar (AFleetingMemory)
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