My old Dutch desk of pine
Traveled miles, decades to be with me, centuries pass Dents, Scratches, Solid Who wrote love letters on you? Disposable phone placed upon you Gone when the next arrives Never worn out, never used up Will anyone care when you are gone? What lasts longer? A soul made into a desk Or a plastic phone
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