Fading Books

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Lost with the passing of time;
Months, years and eternity;
Gathering dust like a forgotten book;
Pages with wilted words;
Who will find me in this void?
My throat aches with call of aid, yet I still weep here alone;
I am torn and incomplete;
A fading story on the shelf.

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