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Saturday, 10 September 2016

Poem: Deader than Them

As day gently closes up 
To make way for night to set in, 
And the rain teaches willows to unweep, 
Streets are silenced as ashes fill the air. 

It's that month of the year,
When spirits and us, traverse the same roads; 
As the live souls come to visit, we realize 
We are, at times, deader than them.

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