Death lingers everywhere...
a silken whisper in the dark,
a cool breath on my neck,death is here.
In my bed,there is a shadow,
and its bone fingers grace my skin
As if blind,death wanders,
touching to see.
Death goes everywhere with me,
trailing behind,always there.
Death is here.
This close shadow never leaves,
Married to him I am,
Death is my half and he is here.
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