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Barely Standing
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I am spinning, twirling, falling and twisting,
into your beating heart.
But you reject me like poison, your words are the empathy that wash over my soul.
So I cannot help but look into your wandering eyes and see a future.
But no, it is the present, and I am alone.
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