And for weeks
Not a pill crossed her lips
And not a razor kissed her wrists
Until you came back
And the rope touched her neck
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A poem for death
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Weeks
And for weeks
Not a pill crossed her lips
And not a razor kissed her wrists
Until you came back
And the rope touched her neck