I've always been a little in
Love with death;
She's gently teased from my first glimpse of light
"Come hither to safety you tired, wary babe,
Come rest your head upon my breast."
She is mother, father, and lover as well–
Even as she claims each for her own.
Oh death, how your great, broad
Curling arms call me
To lay myself down by the roots of trees;
How your promise of safe, and dreamless sleep warms me
Even as I in your cutting wake freeze.
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