Mar. 4th, 2004

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Ashes drift and ashes form,
bonfire doused through rage of storms.
life blown away like cremated ashe,
fallen from the sandtimer stash.

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust.
No one to run to,
no one to trust.
Running away from all of this world.
crawl into a corner, curled.
Hoping this world would soon
forget I'm here.

my little fire's almost dead.
the flames seem to flicker.
Hoping my little flame soon be fed,
by some logs or twigs.

Can't feed it myself
to weak to rise from this fall
observing my risen wall,
suddenly i seem so tiny.
so irrelevant.

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