I talk to death
Every day, every moment here.
I live with death
Here and there, always.
I know and I am confirmed
Death is my only near and dear.
I love no one else but the death.
Death is always with me
And I talk to the death
At every time whenever I am
Happy and in sorrows.
No way out is there
To go far from the death.
I am my death here in life.
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