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Dead people


I see dead people their heart still holding beat.. knowingly misled people still they move their feet..some hover above evil rotten underneath.. they just feed on people belly of a beast.. premeditate conversations sharpening their teeth.. they have no reservations they just wanna eat.. there is no moderation nightly they must feast..disguised just like a chairman collar of a priest.. sometimes I ponder how long they've been deceased.. how far were they removed from womb when they lost their peace.. when did their mind become entombed or how did the love cease..maybe when they jumped the broom the other side was greased........ Drunken rants edition..
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