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Monday, April 14, 2014

fallen.

Like a withered flower petal 
I have fallen, fallen from the bud
Down the stem and onto the the ground 
I am no longer part of the flower; I am detached

When the sun shines on the silver sidewalks,
Children run and play and go about their day
Like there's no tomorrow, no need to feel this way
I stop and remember the sun's folly 

I can't come up, I can't come down
I'm just waiting here, stuck in this cloud
No one ever said this would be easy
You just have to remember your name

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