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Alive
Tears mark the end
And are no better
Than the scribbles
Some unknown carved
In a rock to mark
The passing of light
Like a millstone above
Their heads
No better
Than the lonely woman
Crying alone in a
Vast feild sold to the
Dead
All that truly matters
Is if in those last moments
Those last blood filled
Breathless, heartless moments
The dying felt
As though even if for only a moment
He knew
He was alive
