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Making faces 
Running away races
Leaving no traces
Of what went before

Cracked stained floors
Behind locked doors
Reveal hidden wars
Fought without a word

A bird on a wire
Could sing no higher
A voice already tired
Dry caked, beseeching

Fields on fire
Winds whipping dire
Smoke black crier
All is covered soot

Souls gone still
Are they even awake?
Or are we left 
With hollows past
No future redeeming
All empty now

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