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What has to be endured
is the aftermath of death
He put a bullet in his head
now he comes to me silent
almost visible I sense him
he does not speak any words
but he is there I know he is
I am not scared of him at all
He was a sensitive man blamed
for many crimes he may have
committed or not who knows
I sense him in death at ease
that is the sheer beauty of it
I feel warmed by his presence