Fallen From Grace Read Count : 9

Category : Poems

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Speedy death as I entered winds embrace. 

Feeling no protection but bottomless boughs

How do I prepared mind over body in this break? Nobody knows

Five hundred feet below

There plenty of asphalt and the water summit in the glow.



I sunken real low.

My clothes crisp wrinkled into a parachute. 

I lost my Stacy red shoes. 



All earrings,pieces of silver too were loosed.

Seeing this, I assumed afterlife has no care for living idoms.

There all unliving items.


I lost in the life. 

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  • Jan 12, 2019

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