She blew out the candles
and knew her wish came true,
when tomorrow they all came back,
but this time dressed in black
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Shh. I think I'm Dying
PoetryPoetry. Made of: 3/8s of my soul, and maybe some words
Death Wishes (II)
She blew out the candles
and knew her wish came true,
when tomorrow they all came back,
but this time dressed in black