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Ashes

Torn, yellowed pages
Smudged words, faded titles
Do they mean anything to you?
Coarse between my fingertips
Delicate and aged
My life in a lullaby
Sorrow, Joy
Indifference
Ashes in the breeze
Past, Present, Destiny.
Please free me
Fall from my wrists
And turn to ashes
Ashes in the breeze
Written by Red_emption (Diseased)
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