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People I know,
Falling like snow
Beautiful at first
Melt into nothingness

Like trees in a forest
Some stand tall among us
While others reach out
Extending through the crowd

But one after the other,
They start toppling in numbers.
And as these people go down
Pull countless innocents along

And like the shape of this poem
More fall and roll under to join them
And the new ones enter the pile at the top
Then a few more, just waiting for their turn to flop

(don’t ask me what the title means, i have no idea what i was thinking when i wrote it)

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