Elevator To Hell
Each Day For A Week
One hour before I awoke
In the answer form you spoke
'Sure, I think about death, too'
I asked if a question provoked that
But that answer was all she would speak
She said it each day for a week
One day I woke before you
And said, 'I think about it lots, too'
Smiling yet not saying words
Her wondering was all that was heard
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