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Oct 2015
A word, a glance,
leading to a thought,
a muse.
And all is gone.
Walls turn dark,
faces sinister,
the floor is gone.
Falling.
While smiling faces
watch.
Suffocating.
While the pitch
invades.
Falling...
until.
Eric W
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Eric W  31/M
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