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Dread Of Dead

DREAD OF DEAD

My neighbor has sold his mad dog,
i hoped he needing rest could sleep
No more contentions among the wog
But in the midnight we still heard a peep.

And the box was turned high and fast,
singing, no one finds in ashes a footmire
The future we seek simply lie in the past
when she was the sun and i was the fire.

why cant i pause and obey the red?
like as a business man late for tasks
why is my liver full of dread of dead?
Like an albino boy in a world of blacks.

My longings i wish, my time i devote
Tears, my eyes i burn for things ahead
And my basket i full with rough notes,
Everyone fears when i say they are dread of dead.
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