everything's falling
taking pieces of the walling
trust me it's me
the force to breathe
the idea to fall too long
or maybe it's the call that's wrong
but this fall feels too oddly specific
like something was meant to be horrific
what can be horrific
if it's the same air i have breathed
twelve years
of nothing
falling
dying
falling
but no death
if this will end,
the falling will stop
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It will
Reply to: Luigi [ps]
It will
Reply to: Luigi [ps]
It will
Reply to: Luigi [ps]
It will
I could just comment “It will” but that might be boring, and this poem isn’t boring. So I shall do three things
:confetti_ball: :confetti_ball: :confetti_ball: :confetti_ball: :confetti_ball:
It will
:clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:
This poem is straight edgy
But yes, it will
It will
It will
it will
it will