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Apr 2020
Withered petals,
My time has passed,
This pain is mental,
Broken glass,

Pushed to the edge,
I no longer fear,
Free me from my cage,
My end is near,

I hope it comes swiftly,
Eternal sleep,
although I’m not guilty
I silently weep,

Should my body sway from the breeze in the trees,
I’m just somebody who no one would miss.
my soul to fade, my words to keep. It’s been a fun ride, but now I sleep.
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Hummingbird  30/A Metaphorical Garden
(30/A Metaphorical Garden)   
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