#100repchallenge, poetry
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#094: almost finished

when the finish line is so close

mind becomes five day old flowers

ready to return to the soil from which it came

dehydrated petals, a few still vying for life

through their might they try

others leaning languid in cloudy vase water

daring the observer to drink

or call it quits- the dirt is calling them home

but how will I, after this show-play

how and where will I return?

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