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Aug 2014
I rise
Chipping away at this ice
Thrilling
Finding my self-centered eyes
Chilling
Reflecting lies
Flooded feelings from sinking
Glaciers within me
Sigh
Rose-colored lenses
Blood on my hands
Fences in my mind
Senses on overdrive
The sky is upset
Yet
I try
But I can't fly
No more
My wings were cut and stored
Stories that were foretold
Maybe I got too close
The sun eclipsed
Bored
Into the ground I fell
Sore
Through the floor
Sounding down
Dove into the depths
Drowned
Wound up
That I'm lost
And found
Again
I go.

[ARH]
read through, then once more from bottom to top
Alberto Ruiz
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Alberto Ruiz
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