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Falling

An acrostic

By AoifePublished about a year ago 1 min read
Falling
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Frightfully frigid is my body under these sheets,

Albeit not in this dream.

Long streams of sweat gleam down my body with a glisten as I run from the unknown.

Longing and wishing to be free,

Inches from the edge of the cliff, and I breathe.

Not going to do it, I hesitate, but then I leap. Eyes wide open,

Glowing moonbeams glint through my window, and I awake to see them.

sad poetry

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