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Lost one
Faith is all you know.
You bestow it on me, so.
Inside, your knows-
Ten feet tall.
Slip towards the ledge.
You and I.
Push me below.
Wind took my breath.
Left me-
Laying on the floor.
Everything.
Is white and black-
And pain,
Keep my hands shaking.
When you talk to me.
Your faith changed and,
You're never close to me.
Stark Write
I get chills - winds of winter blow through this cooling love affair - vocabulary lean, but the starkness lives ~Allets~
Thank you so much :) this
Thank you so much :)
this poem is pretty close to me