Death

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    Death

    Razors pain you,
    rivers are damp.
    Acid stains you,
    drugs give you cramps.
    Guns arent lawful,
    nooses give.
    Gas smells awful,
    You might as well live.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    NewReality’s Poems (21)

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