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Some days words seem to

float just of my reach, and

I watch them fly away, buoyed

by the wind until they become 

smaller and smaller, finally 

flickering out of existence, and

I say goodbye to each word quietly,

thank them for giving me 

some company for a little while, 

and then I wait, their last rites

completed, all that’s left is 

my bitter blue loneliness,

but I know one day, I’ll follow

the words into the sky, beyond 

the stars I see, into a new

galaxy, so I remain content,

atleast they’ll remember me then,

atleast I have something to 

look forward to, even if the

present isn’t the best.

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