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My mind tears of a beautiful waterfall, on a hill top in the middle of nowhere
Every day is a conflict to stay afloat, in a raging sea of motion-less waves
...turning the pages of a book I cannot hold tight to my chest...
I shutter its contents; watching the fiery flames beat down around me...

And as I stand here, watching the globe spin out of control, my heart grows
to free itself from this bond, this relationship with life, which somersaults me through
...mornings peek in on the virginity of dawn's face, trying to make heads or tails of this act
eyes baring the existence of negativity, as people bounce around trying to find fault...

I am falling across the empty space, of a star filled sky, grayish-black consumes its eyes
composing the architecture of a still afternoon, time capsules transport me to the other side
...pouring contents from a ruptured soul, pain devours the happiness of my skeletal remains
skies awakened, but soon falling back to sleep, beneath carpeted bridges...

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