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That slip of air,

Catch of entity,

Mirage of hope and love.

There I fell.

No small grace,

In that distant space;

Beyond friendly grasp.

Nor dignity framed,

As gravity claimed

My infinite flaw.

Imagined beauty,

Reckless in tangible heart,

Chinks a fragment of fate.

There I fell.

There I fall;

Always will I fall,

Free.

Free Falling by s3vendays (@ Deviant Art) http://s3vendays.deviantart.com/art/Free-Falling-34103219

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