when the dead
arise from the past,
and propigate a less
than grandiose re-opening
of the play.
the final act seems
to never close.
the less than kind
flame kindles
the frozen
soul.
but if you're losing it,
and you know it,
then baby,
you've still got a soul to lose.
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