Pulling It Apart
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It is there for what it is.
To be appreciated for what it does.
Dissect it...
And it loses its significance.
Becoming worthless.
Nothing is achieved.
Nothing remains.
It is gone.
The value once priceless,
Can never be duplicated!
That wasn't the intention...
When it came.
Pulling it apart...
Leaves no memories to cherish.
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