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Jul 2011
I feel suspended by the frail threads of this life.
There is no more time for torn thoughts.
The melody in my head is keeping me afloat.
I hang high above the ground bathed in a soft sunset.

I want to grin but feel lost and blank of reason.
My head isn't clouded anymore for I have hold of something.
I have in my hand, your hand. I hold steady my gaze.
I am falling. Falling deep and endlessly into your eyes.

This brings me to a place I didn't know about.
It is still unclear to me where I am, but I am happy.
This life lost its grip on me. Its gravity does not bind me.
I walk in a weightless stride. I have you by my side.
Andrew
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Andrew  35/M/North Carolina
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