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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.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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