A Coin

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The dust gathers, 

All around me.

Its settling on me, 

Making me sneeze.

There is no one with me, 

I am so lonely.

Have I been forgotten? 

Or does nobody care? 

I have forgotten, 

My life before.

The only thing i remember, 

Is being dropped into the darkness.

The others, they come sometimes.

But they never stay.

A day or two, 

And then they are always used.

But me, 

No one remembers.

I have been here, 

For who knows how long.

Its dark, I am waiting.

I've been waiting, hoping.

Somebody, someday will take me out, 

And I will see the sun once more. 

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