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[friendsofstrays]

what am i
and what am i not
a hollow log in a forest that eventually rots?

who are you
what do you think
a bobbing buoy in a sea that eventually sinks?

faced with so many problems
and that greed in your heart leaving you feeling so wanton
try to widen your focus
and shift your proportion
a sweetness can come from doing it for them

the outcome's the same if nobody cares
but maybe those buoys could float in the air