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    He felt strangely odd
    He could walk
    But had no sense of the ground
    Under his feet
    All things he saw
    Drifted in a haze
    Flying birds were swirls of smoke
    He could not see his breath
    In the cold morning air
    When he pinched his finger
    He felt nothing
    No warmth or sensation
    Then a terrible thought occurred to him
    He should go and try to find someone to talk to
    Perhaps they could tell him
    If he was really dead

  • #2
    Nice, Tanner! Odd is a good way to describe the confusion of the (maybe) newly dead.

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    • #3
      Plenty of life in this poem, Nicely done

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