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Wreckage afloat ..

Batteling 

an inevitable fall

With a tenuous grip

Hanging to a

vanishing hope

Oh distant birds

coming or

departing away…

Is it a sunrise treat

or a sunset ailing and

doped

Mayday , mayday..

ashes in thin air …

A battered soul holding to

wreckage

officially … still

afloat ..

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