Oh, what an oddity,
To think of death so fondly
As if we were lovers not yet been
But yet still holding strong to the knowledge
that we shall.
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PoetryDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
Soulful lover
Oh, what an oddity,
To think of death so fondly
As if we were lovers not yet been
But yet still holding strong to the knowledge
that we shall.
