Hush, my dead and whisper my name
Tell all the truth, that hides in shame
And blow a whistle, and catch a sigh
My death, my dead, will always be alive
~ Sick of living
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𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 ⫘⫘ 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryWhistling is like telling secrets, it's fond, but you never know what is in it.
Death
Hush, my dead and whisper my name
Tell all the truth, that hides in shame
And blow a whistle, and catch a sigh
My death, my dead, will always be alive
~ Sick of living
