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some days
the pain won’t stop
and sleep
won’t come

some days
are just going
to be like that

some days
all the stories
about love
and its triumph
over death
just won’t wash

some days
everything
makes you cry

when death whispered
in my ear
when death
shouted down the house
I hoped
it might make me
special somehow

but some days
I realise
no-one really
wants to hear
about the end