What once was carved in stone, now only pointless paper,
Yet the weight of rock it has, clinging on forever.
Wrestle tears and all emotions, fighting hard to let it go,
A Promise, dreams, hugs and kisses, with the ashes is shall flow.
A little flame that loudly leapt, took with it my yesterday,
And as the wind blew the ashes away, it brought along a new today.
Macabreday
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