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FameI want my timeThat little pieceA grain of fameA miniscule pinpointIn sun drenched eyesThe faltering pathLeaves it eludedBy my own handRelentless procrastinationChasing rainbowsOf mock illusionI am handed-rejectionThe stingy kindSalting the existingLet me grasp itIn my over worked handsBefore I dieA piece of meLeft behindNot just DNAIt may be selfishFame is fickleI need to store itJar it- See it brightenIlluminate meAs I press into cushionsFilled with frustrationA seconds fall byLet me shineThis fleeting thingThat I chase- In circlesI want it- I want meTo have meant somethingWhen I lay in dirtA coherent memoryForever imbeddedNot just in familyI want to have hauntedThe corridors of mindsA piece of my penLeft behindA splinter in timeI want itI cannot help itCan I have it?Touch its greatnessOne time
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