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Poem

Rachel

My Dead

         “Only the dead don’t die

Only they are left me, they are faithful still
whom death’s sharpest knife can no longer kill.

At the turn of the highway, at the close of day
they silently surround me, they quietly go my way.

A true pact is ours, a tie time cannot dissever.
Only what I have lost is what I possess forever.

MY DEAD

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My Dead

         “Only the dead don’t die

Only they are left me, they are faithful still
whom death’s sharpest knife can no longer kill.

At the turn of the highway, at the close of day
they silently surround me, they quietly go my way.

A true pact is ours, a tie time cannot dissever.
Only what I have lost is what I possess forever.

My Dead

         “Only the dead don’t die

Only they are left me, they are faithful still
whom death’s sharpest knife can no longer kill.

At the turn of the highway, at the close of day
they silently surround me, they quietly go my way.

A true pact is ours, a tie time cannot dissever.
Only what I have lost is what I possess forever.
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