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Jun 2019
just like me
there is a shortage of time
or perhaps
a sensation
of running out of it.

much like you
nobody seems to notice me until I'm gone

the wind shifts
the flowers have already blossomed
yet the sun becomes too warm to allow pleasantries

and in a blink of an eye
you are gone
much like me
when nobody looks long enough to notice.
Vinyldarling
Written by
Vinyldarling  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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