My life
at stand still
although i might
melt into a puddle
perhaps i,
take a metalic form
and widdle at night,
but still i might,
take to flight,
sinking into the sky
i can just sit
way on a cloud
embracing
and chasing
my sweet panda
and yet i might
wither away
into a million
bits of light
when i might
be deciding
where to fight,
this pain,
so deep
like rain
to steep
on a mountain
tributary rivers
to flood
my might
with my life.
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