In the arms of someone you love,
Hopefully not in the arm of a intensifying enemy,
Causing you comfort not pain,
Safeness and fulfillment,
Bring you joy to your life,
As you know not always in those arms you will be,
Death comes in the wink of an eye,
Keep an internal lock of the arms you’re in,
Ending it is to not breathe.
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