The Dead (Poem)

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The dead don’t return,

Nor do they hear our wishes.

It’s all an illusion.

Things you forgot to say,

Things you couldn’t say…

They want ghosts to hear them,

So they dream one up.

It’s also possible that people imagine their desires as ghosts.

With a tight grasp over their hearts,

Haunting them without mercy.

That is the downfall of man.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 04, 2013 ⏰

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