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Echoes (Dead, Not Gone).

Refugees, illegal
aliens hiding inside
native skin,

struggling within
a world they ran to
in desperation

when the heart
they call home
finally died,

only to find
themselves surrounded
by déjà vu.

It would seem echoes
drew them here, ghosts
of old hot on their tail,
ancient history possessing
the only happening,

driving on
in the point.

The past
is present: dead,
not gone.

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