The Last Resort

March 22, 2018
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a piece of paper
droplets that smear the writing
it’s weighed down by tears.

stuffed in a bottle
hastily, no thought put in
desperate measures.

trapped, away from them
a last resort, a last chance
trying to reach out…

the paper yellows,
never to be seen again;
drifting forever.

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