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A Piece Of Gum

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Isolated, alone, impossible to survive,
the stampeed that used me, leaves
marks on my once flexible body.
Use me and spit me out.
Without thought, without heart, without soul. What did I expect?
Once embraced the ground with
frightened eyes. Now I am the floor.
Little by little pieces of me go a
missing to the stampeed until
eventually I become anything but nothing.





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