are born
are part of a sea
of so many creatures like us
salt
we cause the skin that we roam to flush
past a mountanous region with a diamond
down to the smooth arches or lips scrunched up trying
to surpress the inevitable crying
as we flow
slowly down we all know
it won't be long untill we're all dying
on the collar bone
part of the flushed skin that we roam
A contest entry
- A living tear drop by Mykeee.
650 points, ended September 9, 2007, 12 entries
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