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The Hauntedlives altered never to be the same people stare there is shock there is dismay there is disbelief the look of the haunted ever present they cannot fathom at the cause the ones who lives never forgets the ones who die are the blessed the look of the haunted ever present you see you hear you do you live but it never goes away it never lets go it follows everywhere always reminding the look of the haunted ever present the tears flow with regularity a never ending flow relief only for awhile before it repeats again alway pain always pain never ending the look of the haunted ever present Vote for this poem
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