Living but dead

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We're dead, you and I.

We died.

We're ashes, you and I,

To ashes.

                 Dust.

                        To dust.

I'm a whisper,

We are, you and me,

just a sound in the trees

and I feel comforted

by that.

I died today.

You died today.

And now it's just you and me.

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