Call for me once
And be comforted by my beguiling smile
Call for me twice
And you think you’ll feel better in awhile
As I tinker with your humours
You feel reassured of my skills
But haven’t you heard the rumours
That too much of my attention kills?
My presence is like a drug
Wondrous in small doses
Too much of it however
Encourages necrosis
So avoid me if you can
Stop wasting your breath
You don’t want me to linger
For I have a touch of death
i mourn for your passing, DW.
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