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Now we’ve both spilled onto the floorboards.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Your urn broke just like I did.
At least I picked you up.
Never a clean break,
mess of debris.
I dropped you.
You wrecked
me.
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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