A Courtship

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Death and I are old friends

We dance

Flirting endlessly,

Carelessly

Dancing to a tune

So sad

Depression grips me.

This time when he offers his hand,

I grasp it tightly

I go along,

Following

He keeps his promise

And the pain is gone

I am free

Finally.






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