Everywhere is closed! There’s nowhere to hide,
From the splitters of dust rotting away inside.
A once happiness now impossible to find,
As the splinters of dust so often remind.
Memories of heaven, memories of hell,
Both with pictures and a story to tell.
Images pasted never leaving my side,
As the splinters of dust decay my inside.
Inside a heart once willing but no longer able to contain,
Are the splinters of dust stirring up the pain!
Shattered lives ruptured by the choices made,
As the splinters of dust are never allowed to fade!
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