Aged Meat/Rock Moss

Aged Meat/Rock Moss

A Poem by TKlittle
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numb is feeling the same thing's too much (fu)


and so goes the winter breeze

into the summer heat


as autumn too

comes and dissolves 


all my pretty leaf's

with cold weather's

leaving my animal's dead


such is life

under circumstances

(conscious)

to dissolve us all

back into dirt

(pure material)

back into the same beginning


what we always did have in common

           in tiny particle

every single living thing will die alone (fu)












© 2018 TKlittle



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Added on February 8, 2018
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TKlittle
TKlittle

Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas



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