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Whispers from souls down below

Out of my peripheral vision I catch their shadows,

Long gone suffering souls who can’t let go

They can’t find or discover what we all know,

That they’ve passed beyond this mortal realm

And now exist as paranormal phenomenas,

They linger sadly in pain and existential crises

Trapped between the worlds of life and death,

And upon me I can sometimes feel their, touch, their words, their breath,

Those who are down below, who are long gone and now are dead.