My heart falls forward, ribs buckling,
knees dropping to the ground in unison.
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The sky looks thin and precarious from above.
Behind that great blue curtain, the puppeteer plucks his strings.
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The sun tears at my flesh. Sweat slips into my tears,
I rub my eyes with a jet black sleeve.
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Grass pokes at my fingertips like an accunpurist’s needles.
I peel back layers of earth but you are much too deep.
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