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Wither

I sit on the window sill
Withering with age
A forgotten memory of another day
I once was watered and grew so tall
You would open the window & the wind would sway
But now I am but a forgotten memory of another day
You forget to water me or give me sunlight
And as I wither away
I am but a forgotten memory of another day



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