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Mar 2011
What did ya think,
Uh oh,
Did ya think,
You could float on with the rest,
Just sink into the mess.
Did you,
Want some help up,
Did you think you'd help yourself up,
Or maybe you realized
The methane helps me stay alive.
And when you,
Sat there thinking,
With your hands against your palms,
Did you think you could just get up and then sink into my arms.
I'm sorry,
I neglected to tell you,
I am just a ghost.
I am just a spirit or a memory at most.
© 2011 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
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