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Feb 2015
I'm floating in this vast bed
Of deep blue sea
And yet I can't swim.

I'm hanging from the this tall canopy
Of green and golden leaves
And yet I can't fly.

I'm buried in this narrow hole
Of dark brown soil
And yet I can't move.

I'm soaring in this open plain
Of weightless white air
And yet I don't know where I'm going.
It's all too much.
Deenah
Written by
Deenah  London
(London)   
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