Dust
The one thing we all have is dust
Leaving itomes on the wall never to be tuched agen
That photo on the wall that lucky baseball card never doing never moving just coleting dust
But after all thows years that lucky baseball card is so filfey you cant reconise it
That photo on the wall its just a frame for the good times you had
That memory its just a memory and soon evon that is dust
So in the end your memorys are just amemorey
That card its just a card and all you have is DUST.
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