Death is an old friend coming to visit from out of town
I would love to see Death
I would love to be in his warm loving embrace
I would love to listen to his story of the town he was coming from
He said he's seen my mother there
Somewhere
In the town where he lives
Happy
Flourishing
AliveDeath is an old friend coming to visit from out of town
And he asked me to come join him back home
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoetryMy therapist told me i needed a healthier coping mechanism