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Sliding

June 9, 2019

A vacant feeling inside, no longer do I belong

I don’t know where I reside, among the bustling throng

Futile efforts, unrealistic hopes

A narrow, tightening scope

Glimmers, flickers in the deep dark

dying embers, fading sparks

I approach the coming end

nothing left to contend

relaxing, no longer stiff

Sliding off the final cliff

 

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