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#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
dead is me
me is dead but why i longing for light?

u look at me
i look at you and just walked to you
You step out of fear and i don't Care
you screaming at me and left me again.

I watch myself in water
all i see just me but with some blood half over my face.

AM I DIE?

© Enma Adam/Sm