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.
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