Insidious death

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I have killed you a thousand times, 

Oh! Yes I have; with my words so rude, 

And voice crude, I stabbed you right in the chest, 

You bled and dropped dead…

With appalling eyes, and broken ties

I penetrated your soul, 

Made a hole; for you to fall.

And now your anguished ghost, 

Haunts me with that wound in the chest

And the grotesque hole, 

Day and night, I fight the hideous sight…

My death is nigh thus; 

A death insidious. 

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