the cookie crumbles

There can only be so many pieces
to be broken into more
before there’s nothing left inside

The cookie crumbles into dust
to float in the cold breeze
carrying the last bits of hope
to someone who has a little bit more faith

The dust settles
into that grimy film
that will never quite clean off right

Phoenixes are myth and legend
and the ashes are only that

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