Away from my grasp, away with a wave
I am out of place, penniless, less and less,
I am loosing my ground, myself, my amount
I am almost nothing, i go by unnoticed,
A tiny dent in your cellphone, a coma,
A mark on the screen to be wiped, for a moment
I thought i was i, a human, a soul,
But no, im sinking low below
I am almost over, becoming the dough
I used to be once, when i
did not know
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© Copyright: Даша Салтовская, 2013
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