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Death comes to me again, a girlin a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darknessand silence. There are windchimesand the smell of lemons, some daysit rains, but more often the air is dryand sweet. I sit beneath the staircasebuilt from hair and bone and listento the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.Dorianne Laux
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We the living are to blame for the painfulness of being dead.Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow, I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes, they tell us, but a place to burn.or we're told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don't need me.nor do theliving.but the dead might needeachother.in fact, the dead might needeverything weneedandwe need so muchif we only knewwhat itwas.it isprobablyeverythingand we will allprobably dietrying to getitor diebecause wedon't getit. I hopeyou will understandwhen I am dead I got as muchaspossible.Charles Bukowski
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She said that everything that disappeared from our side went over to theirs, where they kept living normal lives, waiting for the things still lingering with us to join them, and make the world whole once more.Alexandra Kleeman
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The daughter of Sin was determined to go To the dark house, dwelling of Erkalla's god, To the house which those who enter cannot leave, On the road where travelling is one-way only, To the house where those who enter are deprived of light, Where dust is their food, clay their bread. They see no light, they dwell in darkness, They are clothed like birds, with feathers.Stephanie Dalley