Looking around me I can't help but think,
How tiny I am on the world I stand on.
It all changes every time I blink,
Thinking one day this will all be gone.
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PoetryThey might seem like random words thrown together, and I don't even know what to call them but welcome to my book of blurbs.
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Looking around me I can't help but think,
How tiny I am on the world I stand on.
It all changes every time I blink,
Thinking one day this will all be gone.
