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The ghost writer

When it's time I want to die fast she said.

Then turned her head,
Afraid of Death.

But not me, I replied.

You see
When I go
I want to go really slow.

Then grab death
By its neck,
Look straight into his eyes
And with a smile watch Death die.

I then arise a real ghostwriter
And all my words will flow even brighter.

No, she said,
You can't fool Death.

I know, I see
All she said was almost right.

But not for me.
I am already a ghost
whose words feed on the night.