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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)
Copyright ©
Kurt Philip Behm
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