Our bones are buried
In places holy
Places that hold meaning
As names lose feeling
And feelings die
Like all things to time
And like our lives lead
To places buried
Until we are bones
In places holy
Wholly meant
To hold our meaning
Before the feelings
And names are forgot
Like all things in time
Until we are not
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