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Melodramatic Kids III
We blossomed too fast.
Hours that were only short.
Have since passed.
Our decline was too fast.
Poems on the topic: decline
Poems on the topic “decline” on Poets.by.
State of Decline
Sandcastles and quarantine.
Came when I needed harmony.
Too wounded to be wise.
Too wounded to be kind.
Just in a state of decline.
We just call it living.
Most take whilst some are giving.
They don’t care about their limits.
Just in a state of decline.
Connected to it all when I am high.
Connected to it all when I am low.
No matter the state, we’re connected to it all.
unbecoming
It's become unbecoming,
this becoming
becoming less.
Into each life... no,
into (and after) each rain,
a little life.
Must the flies come?
They've come, falling
back into stories no one
needed to tell. The crawls of
unwelcome spiders
follow, and more
unbecoming.
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