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Oct 2014
I know I've lost my footing.
I'm falling so hard I can't tell how fast I'm going or when I first lost my grip.
Lead lungs weighing me down,
and a nice cold soul scratching at my skull for a way out of this crippling cage.
Falling for so long,
I can't imagine what the ground feels like.
Please give me strong legs to land on
or the wings to fly away.
Rowan Eyzaguirre
Written by
Rowan Eyzaguirre  SLC, Utah
(SLC, Utah)   
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