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I find the world,
Bleary, drudging, drowning.
Tears dripping,
people move along
grieving, crying, laughing.
Sun shining,
Cicadas trilling
dancing, skipping, running.
Me finding,
water suffocating
crying, bleeding, dying.
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The simplicity of the words, and the short lines allow it to be easy to read, but then also able to be thought about without being bogged down in details. I like how “Sun shining, Cicadas trilling” is a positive set of lines that holds the middle of the poem. Good luck in the challenge😊