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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Clay

Piece by piece, bit by bit, I give myself away
Not every month, or every week, it happens every day

I close my eyes, I count the pieces
Of me I've given away

They're distant, can't reach them
So I look the other way

They seem all happy, life is great
Not guilty, full of play

I miss you all, and often wonder
If you miss me the same way

Stay in my thoughts, just one more look
This pain might go away

Just turn around, and see this wreck
Some broken dreams of clay