Chair
A chair marked with love
Shaped to the liking like water
The sitter joy up.
Refuse to ever give up.
As the morning mist fades
The chair grew tired.
The sitter outgrew the like.
Chair turns homeless
New chair celebrated
In a while sitter crave for what they've lost.
But no amount of desire can bring it back.
As it's no longer a chair.

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