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Oblivion


Sprinkle my ashes in an unknown spot,

neglected by everyone but you.

Let those who forget me, forget me.

My death won’t revive their utter lack

of life, relieve their petty jealousies, hates.

The tribute of an unknown walker

spreading my dust is honor enough,

living in your secret oblivion, my joy.



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  1. clcouch123 Avatar

    wow

    Not much a reaction, but it came to mind, then I copied the link, and then thought I might as well share my too-short reaction. Great work about how much tribute do we need.

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