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The Living DeadJune 16, 2020
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Vivified not everyone's with the prospect of life,
Some prefer the permanent quiet darkness of death
Over the soul-less chaotic state of impermanent being.
You, Dear Fairy, who enliven me your smile
And Enchantress you, who are my reason to live,
Leave me not! Go afar not from me!
For, sans you, they'd count me among the living dead.