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Falling Sonnet

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I can't see my face
Or hear my name
I can't feel the wind
Or taste the rain.

Everyone that matters
Always walks away
Holding onto memories
Wishing for that day.

I can't smell the rose
Or feel it prick my hand
Now I cannot breath
I can't even stand.

My hair in my face
The sound of no-name
No whistling wind
The touch of no-rain.

My dark green eyes
Now shone Grey
This knot in my stomach
These words I cannot say.

This rose in my hand
A white sparkled gleam
Try to smell the petals
Yet I can't smell a thing





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