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A Dead poem

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Inside the mind of the dead,
No love, no envy, desire for bread;
No tears drop from his closed eyes,
Darkness and void are the blue skies.

When he was still young,
Hedonism was his aim,
But now that he’s gone,
No pleasure, numbness or pain.


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