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Midnight Zombies

I can smell blood under my feet Lost souls wondering the street There body’s are cold, There hearts can no longer beat Heaven knows when their will fall asleep Midnight Zombies prolonging the street Their body’s are swaying, There hands can no longer meet Mother’s are wailing in their sleep Lost souls are calling from the street Heaven alone knows when again their will meet.

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Date: 8/9/2019 2:13:00 PM
Good point. There are many people who are just lost. Have a great day
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Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble
Date: 8/9/2019 3:52:00 PM
Thanks for commenting and reading my poem you too have a great day.
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Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble
Date: 8/9/2019 3:52:00 PM
Thanks for commenting and reading my poem you too have a great day.

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