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Jun 2014
We are the ones on whose
Tombs they'll inscribe:
Died at fifteen
Buried at seventy-five
Out of the night we breath a sigh
for those who are dead but cannot die.
UNKNOWN
READ THIS IN A BOOK WHEN I WAS A CHILD THAT WAS ON MY MOTHERS BOOKSHELF. I DON'T REMEMBER  WHAT THE BOOK WAS. I THINK IT WAS A PSYCHOLOGY BOOK. I NEVER FORGOT THE POEM THOUGH, I BELIEVE IT INTRIGUED ME INTO POETRY.
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