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Breath streams out of my mouth, as I cup my hands and blow into them to try and warm up.
It's fridgid, the temperture keeps dropping like my hopes of making it through the night.
I have nowhere left to run, or hide or even recover.
Nothatiwouldwanttobecausewithoutherthereisnoreasontostayearthboundtothisplaneihate.
I take a deep breath, the chill piercing my lungs again, and take a step and another. I don't know where I am going but I end up at the place we met anyway. The bridge into town and I want to leave town.
So I push myself up and over and I am fallingfallingfalling...flying into a new plane and I can see her.
- by ForMineistheRage |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/10/2014 |
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- Title: Musing on the Corner
- Artist: ForMineistheRage
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- Date: 04/10/2014
- Tags: musing corner
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