the dead are with you.
awake
while you're asleep.
they keep moving
staying alive
in dreams,
walking through
the quiet halls
on soft shoeless
feet. they are not
ghostly, not wan
or pale
no skeleton souls
without skin,
they are more than
me or you, they have
lived and have
come back
more real now
than then.
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