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Letter to a Portrait of a Dead Relative

I used to feel fear
But not anymore
I no longer feel it
Something outside made a sound
It sounded like Death
Parked his motorcycle
But I’m the only one
Around for miles
And I don’t feel fear
I’m sitting here and I don’t even feel it

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