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Megan Joseph Jul 20
they fly by
the days,
i look down,
my hands are
wasted away
like the colorful leaves
that surround me,
the sun begins to set
like my time here,
i sink into the earth
the elements become me,
nothing lies
before me,
nor behind me,
it all disappears,
i become what I am:
nothing

— The End —