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The wind continues to blow,
Messing up
The neatly arranged stacks in my mind
The sun might not set today,
But tomorrow will be slightly different
For there is something for all of us
The moon is brighter during the day
Dishing out the light
That we clearly crave
The earth is spinning,
Together with it, me
Dizzy and rearranged
The earth is dirty,
Awash with your sins
Trickled deep
The soil looks vulgar
With the remnant of your footprints
Perfect size, perfect fit.
