Double edge gun,
shoot my enemy and I.
down to the Earth,
so I become a tree.
I leaf,
just a sip of tea.
flushed down the toilet,
sleeping with the fishes,
used to wash dishes,
filling a swimming pool,
drained into dirt,
getting stepped on hurts.
not as much as being shoveled,
not as humiliating as being shit on,
not as humiliating as being shit.
more humiliating than being synthesized,
by a dandelion,
blown into the air,
a life without care,
even though,
I no longer live,
to take it all back
what I wouldn't give.










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