nowmomentism 9-30-17 part 17
almost meeting the dead
yes i said the dead
do you understand the dead
because i understand all the dead
the dead sing me to sleep as their own dead
little feet touch my eye like i'm dead
it is as if the night is dead
maybe just a silent dead
oh no more dead
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