Death walks with long strides Alongside, alongside Doubt trails behind. Death knows and speaks not at all Doubt incessantly chatters. Doubt drags my luggage on this undestined journey Around and around For no reason but to carry Death smiles at her own joke, unspoken. Doubt follows me to bed to plump my pillow Awaiting her delicious hour Death waits …
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