Fistful of Earth

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Round and around we go,
Stumbling aimlessly,
With each passing second
I grow wearier still,
Soon it will be all over.

You never knew just what to say,
That, to me, said it all.
My collar chokes and tugs me back,
All that’s ahead is futile,
Like all gone by.

My tears evaporate
Before they hit the ground,
Your carefree laugh
Echoes through my empty head,
While my voice bounces off your’s.

Let’s hurt ourselves no more,
And lay to waste
All that is,
All that was,
And all that could have been.

This way, at least,
We won’t watch it wither
Until it dies.

Here goes my fistful of earth…

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