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Ashes

Sitting in life’s departure lounge Waiting to turn in to ashes Bereft of longings and desires But still an individual In flesh and blood Imbued with cool thoughts Do the ashes mean an end? Am I only flesh and blood? Where was I until enwombed? Why was I made? Who made me? Where will I go? Ages have passed But there are no answers As a toy in hands of unknown I remain a mystery Clay is better than me It lasts longer, as a clay Something inside me Compels me to think Nothing perishes forever Ashes are not the end I will continue Somewhere, in some form

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