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The Last One Standing

I feel like the last tulip blooming while the whole field is harvested to be put in bouquets for their loved ones.


I feel like the last balloon at the balloon seller, the one never got picked. The one about to deflate.


I feel like the last piece of bread, untouched, unwanted, ignored.



 
 
 

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