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Nov 2012
If I could fall
There would be arms at the end.
A light in the tunnel.
Windows, instead if doors.
My eyes would not open closed,
No sound would escape my world.

If I could hope,
I would never reach an edge.
Home cannot be made of paper walls.
So easy to burn through.
Start from underground.

If you could stay,
I might stop laughing at cuts.
Look again,
There's a horizon.
A group of clouds we had never seen.

If all of this were true,
I might have the strength.
To look at my hands and see them broken,
Crippled claws.
Who can grasp even sand without will.

Remember,
All know the truth.
Brush it off,
Burry it,
No matter.
It comes as it will.
The darkness that consumes all.

Did you forget?

I had.


Pleading,
Break down the door.
Begging,
Save someone.
Everyone else.
Myself.
Sorrow
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Sorrow
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