Death of Me
The death of me
Will mirror your soul to me
If you see yourself
Come dance with me
Take yourself from the room
Hide behind the tree
Sell yourself short of me
Let’s join me now
See me beneath your feet
Death of me
Come to me
Say what you want of me
I can’t hear you now
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2023
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