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Words Of The Dead

Tell me where I can put to rest,

The words that hold on to me,

Like molecules of water,

Unready to be evaporated.

Tell me where I can lay them down,

And bury them deep,

Along with the emotions,

“With love” written on the tombstone.

Tell me where to let them go,

Will they ever leave,

Because they have been coming back to me,

Ever since I died.

 
 
 

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