A coffin with concrete ears,
Echoes of loneliness ring out tears.
People forgotten, people missed:
What once was, now wished.
Humans scorned, faces scarred.
Dreams scarce, hopes diminished.
Momentary burst of spirit fleeting,
Grasping what you can until true meaning.
True essence, out of distance.
Lovers, now friends.
A past reconstructed, but a future unfinished.
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