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ONLY GONE

we are tiny
you and i

almost nothing

dust
under the bed
or leaves
of that sycamore
that fall in
october
and are a bit of a nuisance
but finally meld
with the earth

we, my love,
are destined
to be neither remembered
nor forgotten

only gone

so eat
and drink
and love
and let the haters
fuck themselves

for we know not
what lies beyond
Written by javalini
Published
Author's Note
Let that wearisome ol' existentialism work for you.
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