Remember Story

'So who are you? '

'Your shadow.'

'Who's shadow? '

'Yours.'

'Who am I? '

'My shadow.'

Fists smashing glass into billions of bits of glittering dust,
wandering dust,
blowing lightly upon the breeze of my breath,
I inhale it in wonder and feel warmth.
My lungs shredded quietly and cleanly,
the warmth inside me spreads,
Slowly it is easier to realize that I am dying,
I am going home.

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poem by Poet Dragon
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