Falling... Falling... Drip... Drop...
Finding a pattern that never stops.
Wish I could stop switching from this sway I may?
keep on sleeping without a trace.
Then it becomes forever, and eventually never.
That we truly find our right state of mind.
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PoetryMy second book of poems, love these poems a lot, I love all of my poems for that matter.
