i believe i’ve already died-
trans-luscent hands
hold blank pages
toss them wildly to an
invisible wind
passer-bys see only
thin papers
floating gently back
to Earth.
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i believe i’ve already died-
trans-luscent hands
hold blank pages
toss them wildly to an
invisible wind
passer-bys see only
thin papers
floating gently back
to Earth.
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