death and I would play forever
neither knowing who the other was
nor caring we were best of friends
sometimes with a taste for more
we could never close that door
till finally we slept together
death and I did naked lie
and every place we touched
let out a soft eternal cry
one of us full of laughter while
the other would weep and moan
now I am old and lonely
and death has flown
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