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The Past Is Dead

Too many, too long, We aim our thoughts To a place we do not belong Trying connect distant dots. The dead no longer are, No longer can be. Thus they lie a bit too far Across blue waves; too far to see. Time's hands have stopped. You should turn your head To the door once open, now locked. The living have now become the dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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