Crusted over,
Dust laden
From neglect
It all rests
There
On a shelf.
A star, a conch
A photo memory
Of the years;
Happier times
Mixed
With bittersweet
Tears.
Ancient stories
Younger glories
All remnants
Of a flame
Burned out
Long ago.
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