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I cry
because we may
end our own journey long
before its mystery unveils
solace
is just another made-up word
by those on roads too far
losing our way
we weep
punchlines
ring through ruins
rubble, rubbish, hubris
future historians marvel
relics
almost grasping understanding
falling stars, proud ashes
our dust echoes
laughter
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