My Verse
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1 min readJun 30, 2020
Nothing, to the eyes of the masses.
I am a puny being.
A singular thing, no more.
An empty cocoon, quenched with dismay.
One lifetime I had a wish,
That I too could live freely, let my wings take plight.
But alas, I am dead, and nothing.
To the mass of eyes.