Young Leaves

Mon, 10/06/2014 - 15:54 -- hburke

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Tossed around,
crumpled up,
never pleasing,
always an inconvenience.
With predetermined lives
we are disposed of
at someone else's discretion.
We are free, yet fragile
like young leaves,
we crumble.

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