Death Poem by francheska rosado

Death



death soon surrounds you.
I'm dead now.
you could see me but its your imagination.
you hear my voice, but its just the wind.
you feel my presences, but its the trees.
you watch me laugh, but your just looking in the mirror.
you say you love me, but there's not love because I'm dead.
you say you next to me, but its just your imagery friend.

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