Ghost Poem

Ghost Poem

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The story begins
Waiting for the trick
When after life
Death ends
The night goes on
The sick sea
As much as possible
Comes to me
In the form of
But not alive
In the words from
But not dead
We wed or end
Swallowed by
Sick with
And again

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