Jul 4
I was an empty outline
Drawn in chalk
Dry and impermanent
Easily blown away
like a candle holding harsh whispers
Unsettled powder at the mercy of a slight drizzle
Fragile against the ever-changing weather of a world
in perpetual motion
A world in need of navigating
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