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Coffin

"you are my baby"
is what nobody says

to a coffin. "good
question" responds

somebody to 
the question,

"why?" well,
it is not an

ordinary coffin:
but then,

none are. 
to see a field

of white crosses
is to become

overwhelmed by
something, anything

"I am here
for you"

is something 
you hear

in death
places;

in nearby bars,
many speak of

visitations from
beyond the grave

listen to the
babbling brook; 

"I once met a 
girl" ...and 

somewhere, 
somehow,
nobody, nobody

is looking 
for life

in the dictionary.
regarding ghosts,

I only know
one thing:

never joke with
them: itıs true

that they don't
exist, understand or
we don't but

not both

and truth is like
whiskey, or so
they say,

no it's

not, no it's 
not, or at least

so whisper they...

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