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Bones
Old bones rattle, rattle, rattle;
and they clatter, clatter, clatter.
The secrets within whisper to the living,
waiting for discovery and comprehension.
The old makes way for the new,
and the young learn from the before.
In memories, bones grow skin
and live all over again.
So when old bones rattle and clatter,
don't let fear be your guide;
these old bones are just telling you
that they remember what it's like to be alive.
- a poem by Kunabee

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