Whispers of the Dead

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I used to write

The way the poets

Told me to

With rhythm

And rhyme

And structure

But then I realized

What good did that do them?

They're dead

And their words

Their message

Lay on book shelves

Collecting dust

Waiting to be read

By someone

Like me

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