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lost yet still forgotten
like lovers whose faces i traveled across,
looking for something like the
lost view of broken sea walls where
little leg less things crawl,
loamy and full of brine,
lost to the sea and stars,
loved by no one.

the end is in sight,
maybe not today or tomorrow
or tomorrow , but coming
with lips pursed and silent,
taking my breath away.
nothing waiting,just empty space,
like being anesthesized ,
and not waking up in recovery.
but it's okay ,

it's been
a strange and beautiful ride,
here in the land of the living.