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I revisit a scene once passed A scene that went by too fast I unconsciously reach out And then Fall into a ditch of murky black. The first fall, a fall vestigial The second fall, a fall wistful Wistful, for I understand That fall was untasteful A fall that was not down But sidewards Not into a shadow but A curtain painted black A curtain that could always Be drawn back That is If you wanted to push past The strength that you lack. A fall is a fall But not always a fall; In this universe Direction is relative, Symptoms and disease Are not equivalent, However It is up to you To draw back the curtain.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Reccurence
I revisit a scene once passed A scene that went by too fast I unconsciously reach out And then Fall into a ditch of murky black. The first fall, a fall vestigial The second fall, a fall wistful Wistful, for I understand That fall was untasteful A fall that was not down But sidewards Not into a shadow but A curtain painted black A curtain that could always Be drawn back That is If you wanted to push past The strength that you lack. A fall is a fall But not always a fall; In this universe Direction is relative, Symptoms and disease Are not equivalent, However It is up to you To draw back the curtain.
#reality#expectations#darkness#vs#recurrence
Yanamari
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Yanamari
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
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