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November 26, 2009
Hair like a fountain of ink
It swells, an ominous
Rainy cloud
Around your head
A Black Halo
Skin is stripped of color, a blank sheet
Of white
A Sickening bluish tint
Fingers scrape the water
Movements quick, awkward
Mouth closed firmly
Lips; red, tightly pulled
Through hollow cheeks
Suddenly open
Why Not Drowning?
The Blue
A nice color
Is not water
It is the Sky
And You're Falling.

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