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Sometimes
I walk through cemeteries
Looking at headstones
Wondering how many people
Have forgotten
That person ever lived

Then I wonder
If someday
Someone will walk past
My headstone
And wonder how many people
Have forgotten I ever lived at all

I feel in some sick way
I’ll be more connected
To that person
Walking through
The Garden of the Forgotten
Than with most during my life

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