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It's a concept. It is honestly poems that I decided to write when I was tired and was suppose to go to sleep. The only thing that these poems have in common is I was suppose to be sleeping, and I wrote poems that make no sense.
I flirted with Death,
And he flirted with me,
He was a long lost lover,
That I couldn't see.
Every night and every day,
I could feel a stare,
From there to here,
To anywhere.
He temps me with waterfalls,
Bridges and gates,
To jump into his arms,
To combine our fates.
Every tear I cried,
He matched with rain,
Every thought I had,
He matched with pain.
He is waiting for me,
Counting day by day,
But until my dying breath,
In life I will stay.
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