stand here for hours
and as we silently stab our aching hearts
stones echo and cry beneath the earth
standing here from a place we once knew
too well, too soon to last
erased from our hearts and memories
till all thats left is mystery
strange yearnings
and feelings kept bottled up
unclassified feelings for one another
unless you are make believe
i dont truly believe im actually here
because this pain is too real
and these cries
too familiar
like the long lost song of the ages
craneflies kept preserved
for millions of years
to be opened in a century's time
kept selfishly wrapped in a time capsule
unfolding of the seedlings
as they bloom all around me
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