Witherland
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  • Reads 974
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  • Parts 23
  • Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2017
Again: precarious. 
When blood remains, I see the world
tripping over the edge of the sword,
red and forgotten.
They drop, drop, drop--
balance.

And we fall endlessly.

[a poetry series by alice © 2017]
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