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write me.

You steped deeply into the still-wet concrete before
you knew how much you wanted to. And then
pulled out to see your own footprint
and had to decide whether to deny it.

You noticed the color of Fall is lavender-blue.
Ad felt the wind shift on your skin,
cold. The weight of everything you still dont know
and everything you know.

So, how could it be that you move
both so fast and so slow
And stay unexplainably soft against the hard,
yet see no bound?

And how could it be that that moment when
you could fall asleep, you fell wide awake.
And still falling.
Still fall. To Earth.
To Pain.
To Human. Love.

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