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Nov 2011
Light fading from my frame
attention falls from the picture i hold
dust gathers around my corners,
detroying what i once called new

Almost non-visible i remain
trapped by the four corners i call my frame
kept only to be forgotten
time is calling my name

Always will i be reminded,
nothing lasts forever?
A picture, once so new and beautiful
now lost with every glance
Taylor Scarberry
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