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Feb 2011
I'm falling
No anchor to reality
No net to break fall
The plummet continues
Nothing to hold on to
Deeper with every dream
The blood boils
The pain sears
Rage ripping through skin
Tears breaking past eyes
Shivers quaking body
Segregated from contact
All alone
In the dark
Only solitude
All that is inside me
All that is not there
Written by
Gregory Villone
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