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| I am a leatherbound volume Of the story of my life, From birth to death. Therein lies all my adventures, My tragedies, my comedies. These torn and worn pages Recount a life well lived. This is my headstone, My epitaph to all that has gone before. These bare bones rattle out the truth Of who I once was, Carried in this coffin of memories. Those flowers you throw on my grave, Are only dim reflections of those who knew me. They live on in their own imagination As my dust blows into forgetfulness And I fade in the desert of lost hope. . . |
