People Come
No one goes
This silent place
That everyone knows
A place the dead talk
A place the living weep
A place we all end up
For that eternal sleep
Faded words on stone
Missing pictures from frames
The passage of time
Erasing the last of us that remains
Then life with no pity
Growing out of the ground
As the world moves ever onward
Like we were never around
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