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The mind's a parchment for which we scribe

Countless griefs and depths divine

Scrolls that serve for generations

Membranes cleansed in repeat successions

Solitude dismembered

Words richer than company

Birth it has been, life it is, death it shall be

None to love, none to counsel, none to pity

Their tragedies though may peer erased

Hold to traces that never displaced

Call back footsteps, peel back layers

Extort torments – secrets of ages

Like ashes below ashes of a phoenix

Eternal relays – a funereal helix

For immortal impresses scorch not away

And all wheel back to the earliest stage

Where love and romance perished together

Our hands and lips unlinked forever