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Deaths Beautiful Face

She walked in to my dreams.
She looked so proud with her golden wings.
She told me that her name was death.
She then asked me to give her my last breath.
I thought about giving it to her.
I really did.
I told her no though in the end.
Her appearance then changed in a dramatic way.
Her skin fell off to reveal hollow bones.
Her golden wings burnt to ash.
She looked at me like I was scum.
She then told me a horrible rule.
That those who don't come of with her will be drug kicking and screaming.
I don't believe her though.
I don't believe her because that's when I woke up.

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