Living Dead - Poem by Libby Jean
You may think you are alive and living,
are you is there a such thing as living?
Do people live or are they dead?
Or are we living dead?
Do you feel what you touch?
Do you hear what you ears sence?
Do you breath in with your nose and mouth atmosphere?
You may think of all of this as things you do,
but are they?
Do we realy die?
Are we alive or are we dead?
Or maybe we are living dead?
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