Psychic
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Herbert Nehrlich
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And as she touched the envelope
her facial features quickly froze.
At last she uttered 'No. No hope',
it was a contact that arose
unmitigated certainty
that Death had visited this man.
And that his soul, at last was free.
A psychic is a ghost who can.
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