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Nov 2015
The notion that he could
not be fixed was held over
his head like an
abyss
and
I could not fathom why
in the **** no one
pulled him from
his own thoughts,
he was drowning,
couldn't you tell?

That boys eyes held
the words
β€œsave me”
in every native tongue

The impending death of hope
was
a familiar song in his bones
and
I wanted to be the one
to excavate it from
the marrow of his existence

Everything about this
boy was synchronized
beauty;
right down to his
very name,

a ledge that he had
been dancing on for
far too long. -DDF
Destiny Fleming
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Destiny Fleming  The Abyss
(The Abyss)   
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