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I am human

i am human
my name?
will not be recognized all over the world
no special monuments will be dedicated to me
i pretend to be a particle flowing through the wind
hoping to land some where remotely safe and beautiful
i repeat this cycle till i am left as rust

I am human
i have left no special mark on earth
my children will know my name and perhaps their children, but no further then that
i chose not to live by certain rules
but i don't disobey
i pretend to be a wild flower
an exotic rare form of life that will soon perish




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