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Nov 2019
We are utterly insignificant
And yet
In this moment
Embers of existence
Burning wax falsehoods
Away from this truth:
I think not of water
Air to breathe
Dirt to dig my heels intoβ€”
There is only you.
S.J.F.
Written by
Shelby Jencyn  Syracuse
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