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| I know where the dead people go, Where their souls are free to flow. They live forever in the wind, Where mortals cannot comprehend. Naked to the human eye. Living past the last goodbye. Offering a gentle kiss To those whom they deeply miss. Living alone until the day Their loved ones die and come their way. Only seldom does one slip From destiny's gentle grip. Falling into insanity; Alone for all eternity. ~ Valeska |
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