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Jul 2013
The birds always wake up
before I go to sleep
My world turns backwards
from the Earth's

and if there are
floors in my head
every tragedy
is like a spilled
glass of water
Here I am
without a mop
slipping
and
slipping
away
*I can't catch my footing
Morgan
Written by
Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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