Mortal
One day, our tales
will fill up books at school and
we will be forgotten.
One day, our cells
will turn into ashes
scattered on the ground
like a blanket keeping
the earth warm.
One day,
your loud mind will stop speaking
and silence will keep you company.
One day, different feet will walk this earth
and we will evanesce.
We will evanesce.
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