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Who remembers a time before we stopped living?

Hollow spaces and fragments of days past

Within my being and without a soul

Dwelling on my delusions

I ponder the shapes of water

Water that always relies on an external object

Other than itself

In order to take a shape

Rendering the flow 

Am I more container or water?

Do I bend to the laws of other men?

Haphazardous thoughts consume me

Invincible and invisible 

They have fragmented my life

Forced to retreat into the swamp of my mind

I dive in 

Foraging for the things that once were and will never be

I hear birds dance and bees sing

Murky light cascades through the leaves

Expelling the shadows beneath the brackish water

I mourn the life I never lived

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