”Holding a death of the spirit”

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When I was that was holding the death of the spirit

I had snuggled with the Grim Reaper

When I sat in a back-to-back

Nothing at Yuuwake

As waiting for me to die

He was staring at me

I was still waiting for me standing on the side

Unawares shared the servants time

So eagerly waiting for the time same time same

I will listen to his words when I die

I do not know when he does not have at that time

I and the Grim Reaper of the strange relationship

”Poet - Moderns …”

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