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I thought I would fall off the earth
 

I thought I would fall off the earth

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Was I too heavy or too small?

Was I too fickle or too grave?

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I was floating

And I was real

Neither falling

Nor clinging

Neither leaving

Nor arriving

I thought I would fall off the earth
 

But all my heaviness

And all my lightness

Became weightless

and I went traceless

And I was gone

heavy blankets

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with a raging storm

at my doorstep

I lock the doors

and shut the curtains

in my sweat soaked pillow cloud

heavy blankets replacing skies

 

 

my lungs expand

and shrivel

clottet fingers

knotted legs

sealed lips

firm ribs

we are the broken people

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we are the broken people

we watch through glass

we scatter

we fall

we get up

we are the broken people

Sunburnt skin

Sunburnt skin

Distant memory

Fire marks

A story told

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