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Pressed

Poetry By: zer0
Poetry



Another short, dark poem.


Submitted:Nov 20, 2007    Reads: 213    Comments: 12    Likes: 8   


I am the sky falling, falling down

Pressing on your perfect frame

You run and scream, scream my name

You hide behind your perfect lies

That open worlds in my demise

I am the sky falling, falling down

You're over dressed, I'm un-impressed

My cold advance, your fingers stressed

Normality just comes apart

Lines dissolve, it ends then starts

A quickening of open hearts,

Open hands and open wrists

I am the sky falling, falling down

I am inverted life, the anti

I am the sun not burning

I am the earth not turning





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