Cut me up
and paste me down
I have fallen into pieces.
flying pigs
the speed of sound erased
when the morning is quiet
and the faces disappear.
I am scattered across the ground
blowing in the wind
bits of me erased.
However
I am where I'm supposed to be
Bits of memories
tears













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Deepest seas, to the shallows,
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We feel through the fog,
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