collect my pieces,
for i lay in ruins.
dust me off,
i may be good,
for morrow's history class.
set me on a shelf,
and i will be ashes.
think of no sorrow,
for i will be happy.
when ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
bring me no hope,
for i fall,
and in a million pieces i lie.
gone is today,
in minutes to count.
shame it brings no sun.
slip away,
in the darkness shall.
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