Debris

Feel that you are in the process of disintegrating
Some parts of the body flew out of the body
Turned into a heavy stone and fell to the ground
Some floating in the air
Left behind by me
Some effluent
sour
Some parts I do n’t want anymore
Rub it out like a paper ball
I’m walking
Disintegrate

next time
When
What does it look like again

I do not know

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