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NO WAY THAT WAY

I was told not to write about death,
Not to write about the things that may
Cause my death
And as I thought that through,
Words told me, if I did not write
Death will be my cover cloth.
Then I decided, I would rather die than die
Even if death might come each time my pen bleeds,
I will not stop.

I am Mide Benedict and I weave words at Temple of Words

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