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Aug 2014
It's soft and it's sinking
Like that feeling in your gut before your lips brush
Or your hands touch

It's that feeling you get when the wind caresses you
Or when it rips through your hair
Relieving your mind and ridding your soul of pain

The fear you feel when you fall
Is nothing compared to the emptiness of the blue velvet sky
The never ending darkness stretches on

It's when your mind travels so far you can't find where you began

It's the fear of looking back

It's the solemn song of trees
As the angels' tears fall

It's the booming voices calling out
And the crashing of dreams as they are thrown away

It's the rush of everything spiraling out of control

It's the silence
The still
The calm after the storm
The caress of the water as I drift off to sleep

The blue velvet
rachel
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