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Twisted with Falling



With an anger like fire

I defied the sky and

turned my back on liquid wind


to find,

that these devious eyes

can manipulate glass.


Suddenly, they cry out with barren tears,

Why This Rage?


His eyelashes scrape

my bruised heart

and I feel nothing

but an emptiness that swells to hollow

steals dreams from my mouth.


Twisted with falling, they

lay pressed to concrete.


Like smoldering smoke I devour

with hungry stomach

this empty air like dust

and wonder just how long

I can stare at broken dreams.




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