The Walking Dead

I want to believe in ghosts
Because if the dead walk,
That means you can come back to me;
Crawling on maggot-eaten stumps
That used to hold me close
And hiss through decaying lips
The words you used to whisper sweetly in my ear.
Your bony fingers will rise through my hair like the pinnacles around your tomb,
And drag me down finally to rest with you.

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The Walking Dead

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