Death
Death sits in a chair across from me and watches. Death sees but has no eyes. Death knows but has no mind.
We often sit together in the night. Death has one move left, I have none.
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Death sits in a chair across from me and watches. Death sees but has no eyes. Death knows but has no mind.
We often sit together in the night. Death has one move left, I have none.
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