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 Brain Dead

by R D Larson

Death creeps closer,
Yet he knows it not.
His friends weep,
His mother bleeds tears,
Not now, not now.
He is in a dream of
Unknown glory
And glitter,
While reality is
Fading fast away.
Those who knew
His living fires are
Defeated by its
Quenching end —
for dead is dead.

Copyright © 2008 by R D Larson

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