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Nov 2014
I'm falling backwards
And the air is rushing by
The light flickers
Like it's coming through treebranches
And I'm still falling
I'll twist my body
To see the ground
But there is none
It's a void
Of perfect blackness
M Eastman
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M Eastman  40/M/colorado
(40/M/colorado)   
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   David Ehrgott
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