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Jun 2013
The sky falls at such a fast rate.
The ground crumbles beneath the weight.
We can't go
       p
     u
We can't go
     d
       o
         w
            n.
Our feet cringe
With anxiety.
Where to go,
We'll surely never know.
Tessa Marie
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Tessa Marie
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