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[tearitopieces]

Human Nature

I lay between the earth and sky

I can feel myself sinking, but is it as suffocating as I thought?

Like as how a black hole pulls things in?

Would the morning doves still tweet in the morning as they do now?

Would the pattering of feet across the ground continue its rhythm?

How about the booming sounds of conversation throughout the class? Would that continue?

But something more -

Would I be forgotten?

Would the sounds of my voice still echo through your head?

That’s if; you’ve looked at me the way I’ve to you

But nonetheless, I’m brought back between the earth and the sky