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A Falling Song

Heavy heart
A falling song
Nowhere have I found
I do belong
Snarling denial
Whispering conscience
Lovely drain
Of sweeping penance
Strong arms
A comforting embrace
Whispers of love
In myself- my race

In the dark
I know it’s wrong
But how else am I
Supposed to be strong?
Warm- the place I have found
In a strange wonderland
Nothing is sound
My conscience screams
My mind burns
But I insist
Refusing to learn



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