Through The Gone

Skipped close to perfect

Dropped into the canal

A discarded shopping cart

Soaked and eroded

Fishing lines as friends

Nipped at, then left

Thought as hope, relief

And supense

Yet empty as always

Like minded through the serve

Sent and out of control

Per opportunity, but left alone

A whole point

Drifted and bereft of soul


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