Smithereens

July 20, 2009
By artmusiclit_chic GOLD, Riverside, Rhode Island
artmusiclit_chic GOLD, Riverside, Rhode Island
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Of the man
He once was.
I hold a sliver
Of the hope
I once had.
She remembers a little
Of the faith
She once knew.
Society hangs onto
The piece of peace
That's all they've got left.

Oh, we're all slipping,
Slipping away.
Just particles of the people
We were back in the day.
No longer whole
We crumble in the face of others.
As if we are ancient
We disintegrate slowly
Into dust.


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on Jul. 31 2009 at 3:58 pm
artmusiclit_chic GOLD, Riverside, Rhode Island
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Sorry, the beginning is supposed to go like this:

He's a fragment

Of the man

He once was. (etc)




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