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 Jun 2014 Karen Wyld
Poetic T
You are the soulless,
Not alive but made of stone,
Souls make us alive.
You sent me flowers today
I have to say I love the bouquet
but why does the card say You still ****
instead of saying
*I love you baby
Life's a terrible nightmare
A terrible dream
That keeps on going
Going till you leave
Death is your wakening for the real thing
*Death is the truth the moment you die, the moment you leave
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