+++ Cost and things +++
The dead don't dance
Dead don't sing
The dead just rot
That is their thing.
To be living and alive
To hear music pulse
Move and to jive
Is a living thing.
The forgotten don't walk
Forgotten are not present
Lost in gaps between
What you knew and know once upon a time.
The scars are bright
Livid aching and raised
Red marked irritability
Of slights unforgotten.
Words are just words
When narrative lost
Truth inconsequential
When we won't pay the cost.
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