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I Like the Feeling of Falling
The ability to faint or die,
some people fall into the hands of God,
black their eyes and rise just knowing that they fell into the darkness and felt caught in lingering palm cloud
that broke into the sun cradle at day.
I don't want to waste into death, these leaves that fall.
Not now.
But I could waste into life.
Some people fall into the hands of some human love.
Be my love.
The brace to free fall.
Into your lap I commend my conscious mind.
In the sucking darkness vacuuming my existence,
I free fall.
No stimulus and no response.
Remember nothing and slate blank.
Melancholic tear shed.
When the lights turn on,
I awake, sky above,
into you.
some people fall into the hands of God,
black their eyes and rise just knowing that they fell into the darkness and felt caught in lingering palm cloud
that broke into the sun cradle at day.
I don't want to waste into death, these leaves that fall.
Not now.
But I could waste into life.
Some people fall into the hands of some human love.
Be my love.
The brace to free fall.
Into your lap I commend my conscious mind.
In the sucking darkness vacuuming my existence,
I free fall.
No stimulus and no response.
Remember nothing and slate blank.
Melancholic tear shed.
When the lights turn on,
I awake, sky above,
into you.
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