Poem -
Death Before Life
I've met death before I met life.
The way she has me wrapped up at night.
With the grip of freedom around my life.
Barley slipping air to support the night.
She has me trapped as if I was the heist.
Has me paying the damn price.
I must confess death sounds like a bless.
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