Fold me where I lack creases
Brush the dust from my edges
Turn me in your hands
Lay me softly down
Wipe away your conscience from me
And leave me on the ground
If I am of no use
You are free to go
Walk away
Let me be as I am
In spite of how you found me
In this state I will remain
As light is there for dark
And love is there for pain
My shadow is not alone
For sun shines upon my grave
©stevenfore
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