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essay: #094: What lies Beneath

Head In The Clouds

A once idyllic town.
Now a graveyard.
Bodies lie beneath.
Young and old.
I try to imagine.
But, can't...

Futures open up, again.
A big, beautiful blank page.
Path's diverge.
Into something better.

Friends swarm.
Life moves on.
What lies beneath?
I ask.
And I smile.
You either get it, or you don't...

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