undead
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I like the words I have yet said
Like poetry left unstirred
The space between every line
Every letter, leaves room
For the undead
Red, shred, dread, and led
It doesn't make sense
The eyes grew larger at the sightThat could, a grown man, fill with fright.The eyes nearly bulged out their headWhile spying upon the walking dead.
