

A Poem of DeathLittle girl, keep the words in your mouth, keep the drawings in your pen. Little girl, keep your death to yourself, seek through the light for the dark again. You heave, you see the eyes of death, embrace the depth, deliver the cold. Drowning, your hands wrapped 'round your throat; an empty place for your hand to hold. Blue, disintegrated clothes you wear to hide your body, a simple demise. Though in nakedness you wish to die, just hold your breath, and close your eyes. Little girl, keep the words in your mouth, keep the drawings in your pen. Embrace the dark,A Poem of Death
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I've got a shaving box, I'll stuff you in. You won't know what's happening. There's a penguin in there. You won't know each other. There'll be embarrassing pauses.
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