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Do I Contain

do I contain, do I withhold

unto dust, from dust I’m told

light’s sake, to be seen

the make, the mene

the matter

the purpose, the point

to assume your worth

in death

as light, is birth

to all you’ve ever known

make no mistake

as surely as the dust

is dancing

I was here

and you contain, for a time

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