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Life,
Small am I. Nearly useless Filling a space above Better filled with air or dust I cast a shadow It has my shape And bears little less purpose than me Besieged by darkness It withers Leaving only me And with its absence I understand And too enter the darkness The world moves on Though I am gone Better filled with air and dust ![]()
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