Life is ever changing.
Memories rot in copper caskets,
buried in oblivion.
The heart thumps a rhythm,
making blood sing,
as the body sways.
Time slips and falls,
its face a jagged mirror,
reflecting broken sentiments.
Covet it in your box,
of shattered, broken dreams.
Your living graveyard.
Happiness born in a moment,
dies in an instant
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