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Existence Outstretched

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Nothing is my own anymore.
I reach out my hands and grasp semblances,
Fibers of the earth at its beginning.
And as I gaze at my fingers and the jagged perplexity,
It all crumbles to ash. Foreign; fleeting--
Our moments, our wind-shaken complexions.
Nothing is mine anymore.





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