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The Death Poems: Collection 3

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My third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc.  I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.All Rights Reserved

abyss allure alone always anger anymore anything appear arose around atone away back bad bake barrier battle beauty because been being betray better black blackberry blocks blood bloody blue body bold bound brain brave break brim broken bully burn care cat catch cause clear close clue cold company constrict core corset could coward crazy create creep crumble cry curl curls cursed cut dance dark day dead dear death die died ditch done dove down dream empower empty end enemy enough escape essence every everyday everything evil eyes face fade fall fear fears fed feel fight filled find fit floor forget forgive fought fragile free friend fright fuss gain girl glee good goodness grave greed grey grieve ground guilt hand happiness happy hard hate hateful haunted haunting head hear heart help hesitation hide hint hit hold home hurt ice imaginary imagination insane insanity inside insincere just kept kidnap kill kind know lament lantern laugh leader lean learn leave left let lie lies life light link listen little live lived living lock lonely love lower mad madness mature meal mean meek melt memory mile miles mind mine mirror miss moment monster more mud near news nice night nightmare okay one onward own pain parents party path pearls people pierce place pop pretend pretty prey protect push rat reason red regret return right rise roam room rose rots run rust sad sadness sane say scream search searching season see shake shortcake should side sign sin single skill sky slack slink small smile sneer sold someone song sorry soul spite spiteful stab stand start stay steady still stir stolen stop store strife strive strong stumble suffer sulkily sun sympathy tail take tall tea tentative terrorize thee them think thought thoughts thousand through tide tilt together trickle try turn turning two understand wait walk way weak what witch witches words world worth wrath wrong zombie zombies

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