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Jul 2017
Grief is not a feeling, but a force.
Like a boulder, I am confident in my place on Earth.
But after several setting suns, I start to feel the weight of time
under thousands of feet of
existence.
There's a push, and a pull
and I go falling.
A fragment of a fragment,
I tumble somewhere unfamiliar-
and it takes eons to reconnect to something bigger
than my pieces.
chipped tooth
Written by
chipped tooth  21/F/Austin, TX
(21/F/Austin, TX)   
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   Keith Wilson
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