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I think I'm dead
Or maybe I'm not
But I feel like a flower
Shrivelling in its pot
Like the gleaming stars
That disappear in the day
I'm dissolving bit by bit
While losing my way
My fingertips are snapping
Like the icicles at the pole
I cannot see any footsteps
I can never feel whole
I'm number thirteen on the clock
I've been thrown out of existence
The time has killed my passion
Along with my persistence
Destroy me on the battlefield
For my years are running low
In this belligerent world
I'm like a fire in the snow.
_Shah lubna
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Or maybe I'm not
But I feel like a flower
Shrivelling in its pot
Like the gleaming stars
That disappear in the day
I'm dissolving bit by bit
While losing my way
My fingertips are snapping
Like the icicles at the pole
I cannot see any footsteps
I can never feel whole
I'm number thirteen on the clock
I've been thrown out of existence
The time has killed my passion
Along with my persistence
Destroy me on the battlefield
For my years are running low
In this belligerent world
I'm like a fire in the snow.
_Shah lubna
© All Rights Reserved
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