August 3, 2009
By Helen White BRONZE, Cedarburg, Wisconsin
Helen White BRONZE, Cedarburg, Wisconsin
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I'm falling like feathers
Deep into sweet relapse
Of this drug you will
Feed me for eternity.

I laugh as I swirl,
Tragic down shining drains,
My bones forever frozen in your
Imaginary embrace.

I've reached for the sky, but
I can't find a cloud that
Cradles me quite like yours.

So I'll place my soul
Snug in your pocket.
Surely, you'll fold it, so
I'll drown through the wash
Once again.

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