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Death of life

Death comes to those who live
The living dead, how can they?
Why will they?
Living dead die daily in herds
But lively people rarely die
Question me about life
I’m too dead to answer
I can’t die, how can I?
Why shall I?
Just keep me in your mind
When you see them, tell them
To resuscitate me
As I can’t
Cause I’m dead among deads
I ain’t dead like you.
I know, I feel, I just can’t tell
And I’m in the morgue of breathing heaps
My tongue is sealed like my mind
But I know one thing.
Death comes to those who live

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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