i am the lonely bottom tier of lowliness.
i am dead weight,
a purposeless mass,
tied by the wrists to your bumper
and dragged along the dirt path.
i feel nothing.
i hear my skin scraping off onto the gravel
and see the dust swirling behind me.
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| i am detritus. i am the lonely bottom tier of lowliness. i am dead weight, a purposeless mass, tied by the wrists to your bumper and dragged along the dirt path. i feel nothing. i hear my skin scraping off onto the gravel and see the dust swirling behind me. |
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