Wings - Poetry
The dragonfly died last night
And I wonder if that was a sign
That things may get better.
My body is covered in bites -
Signs that mosquitoes like my flesh.
The good feeling music continues
To play
While I’m crying my eyes out.
A stronger dosage of giving a care
Is needed.
I don’t seem to recall
Whether or not you still remember
But I’m slowly disappearing.
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