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Current Mood: sad

Entry tags:

poem

Nature

I am--
a black-
fucking--
fly-
trapped--
in amber.

Wings-
clipped off--
legs removed--
body resting-
exhausted-
somewhere amid-
twisted tree limbs.

You never--
notice me-
now that my--
droning-
has gone-
quiet.

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