Death
One grave thing I truly dread -
Some day I will wake up dead.
Dont cry, darling, let it slide,
Once upon a time lived I.
After all death is a fact,
Born from birth as a life pact.
My faint fancy from above -
I still make you laugh, my love!
One more thing I fear to face -
You and I - in the dark place.
February 6, 2023
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