Stars, shoot me,
For I already feel as dead as fallen rain.
Snowball, cast me,
For I want to know what it feels like to be thrown away.
Waterfall, bring me down,
For I want to drown in your endless flow.
Words, speak me,
For my desire is to be the essence of this poem.
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