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...how hollow may we be
without friends,
no purpose,
 no family.

Unwatered trees, drown.
Fruits bare, but never ripen.
Flowers wither, unbloomed.

A Streem to a River,
flowing to the Sea,
thriving to an Ocean,
but a Swamp
or a Puddle.

Sefless and Destitute.
A phantom
aimlessly wandering
through Natural Creation
to (k)nowhere...

                            ...Toffears