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.



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.

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Stark Write

I get chills - winds of winter blow through this cooling love affair - vocabulary lean, but the starkness lives ~Allets~



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Thank you so much :) this

Thank you so much :)

this poem is pretty close to me