...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
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