Until I'm Empty

Dull and pale
No weight on the scale
Unbalanced, I fall like autumn
But gravity won't touch me
I hover to space wearing no boots
Like trees with no roots
With a chorus of grass
I look at the see through glass
While pouring many words
But there's no cup to fill
No bull's eye to throw darts
I wait for my bullets to run out
Until I'm empty


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