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Playing with death.

Laughing at yourself
Murdering thoughts
Why do I need them?

Cos I'm proud of my death
Plenty to see
For a place in life
A moment.

I have your attention
you have the words
Not attained by distinction
Please talk to me
As a human.

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Playing with death.