She Is Death

by Aussie   Jul 4, 2009

Death is so beautiful.
she wrinkles in purple, red and yellow.
she's easily carried lightly on the wind's flow,
but kept near low the ground's floor

death is hugged by many,
she is cool and calm,
she's easily to get along with,
but secretly unfulfilling, come on,

they say she is fun to be with,
all you need something called guts,
skip dinner, go strait to the guys,
they love you, death love you guys


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