Is it a glimpse

Into our fate?

Is it sealed

With a date?

I fall hopelessly

Grasping nothing

But the Earth

Nearing my face

 

My arms

My legs

My heart

I crumble

Like some broken pottery

Useless

Like an inkless pen

You hold the tape

Capable

Of piecing me back

But you laugh

As I hit the ground

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