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Dec 2013
This pen is falling apart,
as my life is,
like ashes in the wind,
I hope to be turned back into,
the Earth again,
dirt, worms, and rocks
mean more to this world,
than my existence.
This pen is falling apart,
as am I
ringyorm
Written by
ringyorm  Pacific North West
(Pacific North West)   
536
   Reece
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