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Zachary G Dec 2018
My petals falling
noble and proud,
I scream out loud
looking into the crowd
asking for help
praising the welp
I stand still and take  
a spill,
the petals wilt and
tilt towards the chill
Germane royal roses
All I
Am
And
Who
Ill
Be
B
a
  l
   a
    n
     c
      e
       d
      On a
    C h a i r  

Hung   in   space

       Silence
          And
Tranquil Peace

       Frozen

    In the air




Then a
       Shift
A slight
  Movement
     From the
L
  e
    g

And my, me, myself, I,
Ends-up-turned
On the floor, ego dead.

— The End —