Light bulb

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One last light bulb, falling down.
Still wide awake, full power on.
Reaching its end, the limit to append.
Touching the surface, this is the end.

The shards of glass break free,
Like a million people at a shopping spree.
Scattered out, jagged parts,
Clear yet dark,
Our hearts turn off.

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