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she was lost,
dreamless,
and slowly
drifting away.
she was falling
so fast
that no one was able to
hold her.
her burnt wings
was
the only thing
left.
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once upon a poetry
Poetryjust some stupid poetry and prose i wrote during late nights and rainy afternoons
