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Gravestones

I am walking down the rows of graves
I am walking with my feet on the earth
I am walking among the
Paper-thin headstones that seem to
Sway in the breeze
Maybe crumble
Succumb to the rusty moss climbing across
Their shoulders
As the ages of forever
Are under me
As I watch centuries
In the fluttering grass.



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