We
gathered all
In
happy suits,
Smiling
people,
all
dead
Drunk.
False
faces
Wishing
life was true
Knowing
dreams are dreams.
The
future was the past,
Ingrained,
Denied,
Revived,
Made
real.
Will it
be twins?
Or a
single scream?
To rent
the mourning air,
Of a
couple joined
'Till
death creeps near.
As
tears flow
Dirt
flies
Coffin
deep
Earth
engaged.
Melding
past,
Future,
Evermore.
Nevermore.
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