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Life of a Marker
I was born in a large room
There were loud noises and others that looked like me
We were on a belt, whisked away through brightly lit catacombs
My body was put together in stages
When my skeleton was complete god filled my body with liquid existence
Fly
Into a box I was put with twelve different ethnicities.
A longtime I lay in that coffin
When I saw the light again my head was pulled off and my blood painted on white polyurethane walls
With only a fraction of my life water remaining I felt myself fall into a black pit
Others were next to me, long dead
For many months the moisture in my body dried until there was nothing left
My color was blue
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