Poem -
BECOMING DIRT
I’ve lost my water.
Oxygen's depleted.
Still somehow I feel that I got just what I needed.
Born into the turmoil of mild comfort.
Let loose into a universe with no other choice but to live with or run from it.
Hurt.
Legs tired from the last sprint.
Sprints aplenty as we are becoming dirt.
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