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Free Fall
The leaves are falling.
the walls are caving
in.
My metronome muscle
of the heart in free fall
You may fall in love
but you will spiral
down
into the blackened deep
of despair; bottomless.
Plundering downwards,
extend your weak hand
to
fiction, fleeting images
of what was and what will be.
Only your grasp can
save me, embrace me
back
into my fantasy
empty of fallacies.
Fantastic! This is way deep.
Fantastic! This is way deep. I know the feeling of just wanting the one that you love to let those fantasies be realy again. To fall in love again. Excellent job!