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Romantic Death
I close my eyes and stand up still,
I am absorbing a foreign place.
I have secrets I must not spill.
Indian nights bring a warm chill
Breeze flowing through the house with grace,
I close my eyes and stand up still.
Your eyes, clothes, and scent make me shrill
In the middle of the night space.
I have secrets I must not spill.
You lied and cheated against your will.
Now red is sprawled across my face.
I close my eyes and stand up still.
Running afar with all my will,
Breathing in hard, my very last race.
I have secrets I must not spill.
I drop from my hand a poison pill
And await the end of this foot race.
I close my eyes and stand up still.
I have secrets I must not spill.
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