dance of death

October 2, 2012
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The dance of death lingers near,
Whispering in your ear,
Pulling slightly at your leg,
Sharping deaths old blade,
Digging through the cold wet ground,
Sneaking up without a sound,
Piling on the dirt,
Making every moment hurt.

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