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Title: Floating

by Lindia from Devon | in writing, poetry

Floating, flapping, flying
I feel my self dying
Crunching, concrete, creeping
I feel my heart beating
Holding, hurting, hating
I hope that you are waiting
Beating, burning, blinding
This pain is not subsiding
Gargling, grasping, grieving
There is no point believing

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