The strong air taking over
And now not going anywhere
Dead body is struggling
Against the beautiful
I’d say he’s scared
He’s sweet too
And light
But doesn’t know it
Who is breaking and falling apart
Becoming brittle?
Does the beauty break?
Or is it the strong air taking over?
Disappearing is the struggling body
Just as it was going up
To better places
All is good now
Only pleasure.
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