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faded affection
Have you ever noticed the way
objects lose there color
What once was unique
now resembles any other
What once was vibrant
Now has faded, its aged
Is this really just a result
Of the passing days?
It feels different its not
Your same treasure
It's far away, but close
A familiar lost pleasure
Is it all just aesthetic
The way we let it
Go
Like a
Feather in the wind
The gust is picking up slow
Or is it the change, a want
For something of higher quality
To find elegance, even tho the new will eventually embrace
meteocraty
The next big thing, until something else becomes its
replacement
When will our greed be forever complacent?
