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I Am Thistledown
Seen, but unseen. My image white noise.
Lost in the background, glossed over
like other boys. Forgotten. Dead
eyes washing over me, waves
on a beach, just workers
picking cotton. Sand
of Time on shores
sweeped clean.
Slave to a Life
I'm existing
yet feeling
unseen,
carried
far
a
w
a
y
© .Garry Saunders
Lost in the background, glossed over
like other boys. Forgotten. Dead
eyes washing over me, waves
on a beach, just workers
picking cotton. Sand
of Time on shores
sweeped clean.
Slave to a Life
I'm existing
yet feeling
unseen,
carried
far
a
w
a
y
© .Garry Saunders
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