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We mark graves for ourselves Not for distant arrivals But for our own returns
When we place a stone We don't believe its weight will ever lift
But it does
What still hurts now seems to bear some load
Each grief is a member That vaults the sky
This old skull Is going somewhere I'll never follow.
Monte Merrick
