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When Death knocks upon the door, I shiver
I shiver because I know Death is a taker, not a giver
Death took my mom, and took my gram
Death takes who you are, who I am
And yet when Death knocks on my door
I’ll have to answer and let Death in
I’ll have to let Death win
I will fall, dead, to the floor
And, I too, will be no more





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feverish_4_fun said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 6:04 pm

Nikki

Everone dies someday!

Remember the good times!

Love You,

Nana

XXXXXXOOOOO Times a Zillion!

 
nikkichic said...
Jan. 22, 2010 at 2:50 pm
pleez rate this poem!!!!!!!!!! it wuz the first one i ever wrote a long time ago n i wanna no watchu think
 
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