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Apr 2018
How do I stop these images,
replaying in my head,
How do I stop the voices,
Of those who are dead.

When I lay my head down to sleep,
I pray that the dead and I never meet,
But when I close my eyes,
I see those screaming skies.

All the tears that shed,
All the bodies that bleed,
Screaming in my head,
Dreaming of the dead
A poem about seeing the dead. But goes deeper than that
MisfitOfSociety
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MisfitOfSociety  24/M/South Africa
(24/M/South Africa)   
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     Wordmancer, --- and Nylee
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