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It feels so strange |
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Shameless to think of death |
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When none of those one knows has died |
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Last night I dreamt I was dead |
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I came running with my dog into the room of the dead |
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There was nothing to be seen |
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Only stones and a few bushes |
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A landscape that travellers have often spoken of |
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I would rather not die here |
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But in my own home, where I was not dead |
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All the death |
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All the death |
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In the course of a life |
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Write about death |
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Describe in the poem what you feel, concerning death |
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In the face of death I'm like an animal |
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And the animal can die, but write nothing |
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The words die like flies |
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Their corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paper |
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