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Death's Indenture

Many die to walk unknown amongst the living dead Their hearts reclaimed yet beating still whose verses go unread They wander freely in the night their chains relock the grave Awaiting words you’ve yet to write to free — their death enslaved (Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)

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Date: 2/28/2025 7:22:00 AM
so deep and expressive, death means so mysteries, the poet really knows something
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Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 2/28/2025 7:52:00 AM
Thanks Yann, very kind.

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