Who's Really Dead?
Who's Really Dead?
Really sick, searching for a cure
The medicine of good times isn't working–
not right now.
Happiness is knowing someone will be there
no matter what.
But maybe is not a someone
Maybe its a something–
a sunset
It leaves.
It returns.
At least it comes back.
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