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Tears For The Dead

Tears For The Dead

My face is wet
and I know not yet
whether it is rain or tears

My heart beats
with spasmodic feats.
Is it anticipation or fears?

I see through the blur
of an eye drowned in color,
lifeless, the fingers that led me through the years.

O reaper, blind
did you not a ripe fruit find?
Now rain doth mix with my tears!

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