The Void
A poets mind is a vast space of void things enter and disappear.
And some things enter and stay there
It is then the poets decision on what to do with this thing that entered the void
~When we fall~ When we fall, we fall hard Not due to gravity Not due to the height we fell from Not due to the fact there's no pile of feathers to soften the blow Not due to our inability to fly When we fall, we fall hard Due to the fact that we're falling
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