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Joshua Larson Oct 2012
the dead;
dancing their dances amongst
         those still trapped
((oursouls::theirsouls))
They remain alive
      (though they are gone
                   where they must remain)inside(by way of) us.
      Prisoners within the confines
of an unforgiving oblivion, they SH(to us from no-where)OUT
                         and arise to our SHO(minds and perception)UT
                          their humbled, feeble SHOU(please remember)T
a cry far from the threshold of our senses.
         a far cry from reality.
but we all live forever (((within)))
though in a different plane(((((we LIVE)))))

I love you too.
A poem written following the death of my mother.

山根尚子(1965-2010)

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