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Tease of the Dead.

Wrapped up
in the death shroud
of an eerie mood.

Here I am again.

Memories
buried with limbs
sticking out, tickling the tip
of my mental tongue,

whispering, comforting,
then

abandoning me,
leaving me
nursing questions
that never stop growing…

all I need
is some inner solidarity.
Resuscitate the self-trust,
the hope
I left for dead in me.

I want back what is mine.
Let the dead arise…

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