i pity the wind
flying gasps of energy
blowing the past away
making for a new tomorrow
invisible but vital
life walking past them
do you ever feel empty?
do you ever feel worthless?
my heart is a hole
carving deep in my veins
your heart is a bulb
of natural disaster
you brush past my hair
you make the leaves run
you are the ant on our shoulders
too small
to notice
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