"When Death knocks on my door,
I'll tell him to go.
It's enough,
with those he took away.
I have no heart to kill,
No wrists to slay.
Those two have been hurt,
To the point of death."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 48
"When Death knocks on my door,
I'll tell him to go.
It's enough,
with those he took away.
I have no heart to kill,
No wrists to slay.
Those two have been hurt,
To the point of death."
