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When people die

When people die
They are planted like seeds
That will grow
When the spring rains come
But we never do
The rains can not raise us
We just lay there rotting
Smelling of decay flesh
But on the anniversary of our death
We bloom again in the mind
And some recall the time
That we walked within our skin.

poem by David E. Patton
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