Windless Oblivion

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I'm just paper in the wind. Torn and Ripped along the way. Discarded and draped like trash. Floating and hovering in a misunderstood oasis. Hovering in a magnificent gust. Tattered and drenched. I quietly lay in a patch shifting back and forth. Listening to silence as the world stands still. - DLCompton

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