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The Avaritaph

There in the ground his bones reside


Aged now by a thousand tides


Knowing well his numbered days


In life he hid his love away



There in a yard inscribed on stone


Are written words he held too close


A frozen capsule of tragic times


A tome of four words: My life was mine





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