Graves

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Grey skies overcast
Shorn short field of bladed grass
Pulled across to the otherside
Beyond the gate of trees it hides

Dusty ground covered by stones
Out of breath and all alone
A place where there can be no smile
Forgotten rest of broken tile

Compelled to push against the weight
Deny the writings on the slate
Peculiar feelings shared between
Old souls who pass along unseen

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