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i opened my window
and the wind blew in
turning over a page
telling me
that it was time
to start a new chapter
I'm wearing away,
slowly and gradually,
not like dust,
or the sand one wave can wash away,
but like how glaciers melt leisurely,
and that dried flower in your book,
I can be here only if time could betray

— The End —