When I met Death

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'No I wasn't scared'
He raised his eyebrows
The rain was so soft and the room so warm
His voice was so deep
Death gently nudging me
I leaned against him
He held me up
Guided me to bed and sat me down
Put me under the covers
'He was real nice death
He turned out the light'

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