Dead Men Can'T Dance Poem by Iniduo Iniduo

Dead Men Can'T Dance

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Floating ink on paper
Babbling like a stream uphill
Against the flow of thoughts
Every word evaporates
Like a sigh of steam
Petrified in life itself
Halted by a stalled wind
Carved out of a frozen fate
While time is running out
Don't wait until it's too late

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