![]() Selling DeathA Poem by LanaTo sell death you will need: A bowl full of tears A sadness that shall pour out of fears A vestibule of resting markets encroched in pills A meditation on philosophy Talk of the need for mere solid gear But to let go of the fear you shall pay money For a plane with an open door as you free fall I shall sell you death with a sore bone And hand you a talisman of gore thoughts you've kept inside your soul The transaction is complete but you shall want more
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