Death Is A Woman


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Death is a woman,

But how could i know it?

She doesn't fall in love,

But she sure doesn't show it,


Death is my oxygen,

After too many amoxicillin,

Is there better advice?

She cursed me with feelings,


Death held my hand,

She's only here when she can,

But who else is around,

When i can't even stand,


Death kissed my lips,

And she offered me a tip,

This is bigger than life,

This is more than a trip,


Death decorated my casket,

And i keep thinking about back then,

When i was young, innocent, and nothing really mattered,

Back before i knew my early death was destined.

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