Scrambling the pen as if hunting a word
Rumbling those words as if searching a role
Playing that role as if getting a reason
Holding that reason as if regretting this life.
Smiling at each other as if it's assuring
Crying for each other as if it's curing
Holding other's hands as if won't lose them
Caring about them as if won't hurt them.
Die everyone as if they never lived
Turn into ash, soil, food or a wrapped gift
Only the memory of those few remains
Who did something great or killed someone great.
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