Death must be a woman--
like me,
who takes and never gives.
Leaving pain behind her
as she goes.
Yes, we must be similar...
If I am selfish and cruel--
never caring.
I fancy we must be one,
for you say I am All
of these things.
And, after all,
Death is not loved.
At least--in this,
we are
Exact.
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