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...Just Above Us...

There comes that cycle of death
When all you love
hovers above you
searching in vain
for their lost breath
and they hover
above us
and they whisper
their last words
silent in your ears
their profiles blurry
seeing them through
unborn tears
and with time
their voices echo
on and on
Just above us...
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