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Mar 2014
The dead will not stay dead.
No.
She will run though my mind
every time I see her favorite flower.
Her laughter will grab at my heart
when I watch her favorite movie.

They tell me this too shall pass
but no.
The dead will never stay dead

I claw at the wall of reality
knowing she is on the other side.
My fingers ******
My voice harsh from my cries

The dead will never stay dead.
For Alida. May where ever you be, be better than here.
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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