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Glass

Life is a game;

Played over and over,
Ever the same.

Poets dream;


Lovers cry,

Time moving on,


To a plot unseen.
Ashes to dust,
Dust to wind.
Stones crumble -- pages rust.





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FANGY15 said...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 8:34 am
But the cycle always continues
 
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