Dismissed Tragedies

January 2, 2012
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A wailing wind
conquers the soft screams
of an over-powering song,

The notes which are played
on a hollowed out corpse
parallel a lifetime of wrong,

The lifetimes forgotten-
the gardens they rot in
bloom every spring without fail,

And the melody of death
carries on promptly to
a new solitude where we sail.

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