Noah Ort

Thoughts Of Confusion

dieing breeding life to different things
changing from a spring of life to a fall of death
a blurr of colors in my retina
a quick shuffle of leaves past my cold frail body
the cracks in the sidewalk filled with memories
lost down under
only the worms feed on it now
the wind whipping me briskly in the face
like a friend that turned me away

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