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Theie Bones Are Words

Old men cry a lot, sigh a lot, write too much poetry. Their bones are words that scaffold an undying love of all the sorrows that they would die for again and again, and they do though they smile as they die to them, for the past brings no regrets, just generations of children and poetry, just enough poetry, just enough smiles.

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