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Dead Man Dreamland

I called him "The Dead Man" because that was exactly what he was

I do not think I could find anyone who knew him,

For he lived long ago

Dead man

Why do I keep seeing you?

Am I losing my mind?

Or are you really there?

I see you at my bedside

I feel the touch of your fingertips

The warm embrace of your body

But is it all a hallucination?

Can you hear me dead man?

Do you understand?

Confusion sweeps over me like a crooked hand

Yet somehow, I don't mind this dead man dreamland