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Falling, from the sky, from the clouds and the moon. Calling, like a goat, like a squirrel like a loon. The clouds surround the sea. The sky’s floating above me. Gravity’s pushing me down. Because what I’ve done, made me feel like a clown. Watching, like a hawk, like a cat, like a bee. Sinking, in the air, in the sky, to the sea. I accept my own personal fate, I’ll probably land on a tall metal gate. I don’t have time to be afraid, as I’ve already gotten delayed. Falling, falling, falling. The birds are still calling. My head is deathly throbbing. I wish to be free, like a dancing bumble bee. I want to be a cactus, scaring away my enemy’s. Alas all I can do, is just keep falling. Until I hit the ground. I hope nobody’s around.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
Falling
Falling, from the sky, from the clouds and the moon. Calling, like a goat, like a squirrel like a loon. The clouds surround the sea. The sky’s floating above me. Gravity’s pushing me down. Because what I’ve done, made me feel like a clown. Watching, like a hawk, like a cat, like a bee. Sinking, in the air, in the sky, to the sea. I accept my own personal fate, I’ll probably land on a tall metal gate. I don’t have time to be afraid, as I’ve already gotten delayed. Falling, falling, falling. The birds are still calling. My head is deathly throbbing. I wish to be free, like a dancing bumble bee. I want to be a cactus, scaring away my enemy’s. Alas all I can do, is just keep falling. Until I hit the ground. I hope nobody’s around.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
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