im not a bug
on the concrete
you don’t miss me
with your soft feat
of avoiding me
it’s inevitable
destroying
small things
we are small things
small things
smaller than can be
my mind grows bigger
and my heart shrinks
tired of knowing concrete
and what it means
to me
we are small
small things
to me we are all
all things
can be bigger than me
i’m not a bug
on the concrete
you don’t miss me
your small thing
me, poor me
lonely little small thing
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