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May 11
I curled up, swirling in myself
I tried to shrink out of this world
I wilted, waited for my leaves to dry so that I might crumble to dust
I waited for the wind to take my broken pieces
And spread them over unimaginable distances
Once I reach my destinations, I would allow myself to decompose
Sink into soil until I am indistinguishable from every other rotting corpse
That is to say—
We are all dirt
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