Futility is Flat
I will flatten myself against the shoreI am only a cloth
A sliver, or a piece of tile
Broken off from it's ceiling hideaway
I have nothing in consistancy
I will wash away and fade
One slip into the vast beyond
And I will be gone
posted by Unknown @ 8:25 PM
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