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I slipped
in the act of saving you.
Completely lost grip
and crashed into oblivion

Face up,
lying in the abyss.
That catastrophe known
so eloquently as anxiety.
slips out of slightly opened pours.

With half opened,
yet mostly closed perception,
I scan the horizon,
searching for amorous eyes.
Those blessed opals
that sent me careening joyfully into chaos.

I let my head dance
among the short choppy
waves of the null.
A cool sense of regret
washes over me.
And I miss you terribly.

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The following comments are for "The art of falling"

I am still waiting for a final seventh line.
I like it, as far as it is, but i am missing a line. I don't know how to explain it.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: May 28, 2006 )

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