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I am a ball, World, will you drop me? I am not afraid to fall, Whirl and twist indefinitely. Your embracing strings sweetly cry, a web weaved so supple yet delicately, of crosses envisioned, and one overlapped why, The world is a covering of I and you. But don't take too dearly, any darling of the heart, Let the dated pit drop nearly, Reassuring death weighing a rested gut. Rise, without yeast, clearing furrows of the opaque soul. It once shimmered to the very least, grand upset to my dampening viewing. No longer seen, am I tucked away? Far gone beyond the dreamy stars, That keep my sight to only what seems, Shielded lids, how oft they dream, nil to rehearse, still drafting the play. I wonder if I could have been different, The chorus offers a synched no, I would yell If I had any air left, But my anger, my angst, all must go. I like when the stage drops out, and I land in the lively mud, crusty, lovely, lonely and falling up, Striving for a love bomb, let hate be a dud. Continuing show, like Broadway make your sweep, The globe and its panels combine, for a drama tragedy completed with long weep. |
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