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Death
is calling me - come closer he beckons
Into his realm; houses without doors.
To enter is easy; to leave - that's where the challenge lies.
No-one sees the blood as it drips from the branches
No-one feels the hangman's noose as it begins to tighten slowly,
ever so slowly.
The world goes out of focus,
fuzzy, dull, then it sharpens for a moment with a jolt
and we see the face of the only person
we ever loved.
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