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Falling MAG

By Anonymous

     When the sky
curls in on itself,
when the streetlamps
spread their powdered wings and
spark
a golden diffusion of light,
when the words
begin to smear
like the colored sand
of a peace mandala
dusting away
over the calm cool flow
of a river,
disintegrating,
when movement
slows
like amber syrup pooling,
I close my eyes,
and let myself
sink
smoothly
into the dark ocean
of sleep.





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i love this so much!

DoLL_F@C3 said...
on Apr. 5 2009 at 3:26 am
DoLL_F@C3, Memphis, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"FORGIVING YESTERDAY, LIVING FOR TODAY, NOT WORRIED BOUT TOMORROW." Doll

this is a wonderful piece of writing