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                        Kicked The Bucket                             Erased                            #                                                                                                Extinct                                         #                                                       Cadaverous               *                                                          #                                Breathe One's Last                                                                                                                                                 Rubbed Out                    #                  

They are alive Departed but still with us They won't leave, won't die We don't let them Breathing, running, inventing, Laughing, loving, waging war Being born, growing old, dying But still living on They dance across yellowed pages Flit through reminiscent thoughts Alive, as long as the writing lives As long as we remember Only just existing Through a strange life- support: The inconsistent mind Sustaining their heartbeats Trapped and voiceless within text The ultimate slaves: Defined by the thoughts of those Who can't imagine their complexities Crippled shadows of themselves Deformed almost beyond recognition If tha