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I saw it once upon a hill;

bones long bleached,

sabers cold as hearts too

far gone for blessing.

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Walking delicately 

there among bone delusions,

I glimpsed mortality

ascend the rise.

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Arrow heads are for glass

cases and dating, bones

tell stories long forgotten.

Welcome grief, tear-drowned 

and dried. Farewell valor 

cast in shadow.

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allets

11-04-16

5p

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