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GRAVE

by LADY JIRA

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GRAVE

No humor here
No one dares laugh
At twisted metal epitaph

No sign of life
No wind should stir
No spirit's wrath nor woe incur

In silence stand
But to bereave
For these poor souls who'll never leave

Soon walk away
Sooner forget
The lives, the loss that mete regret.

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