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  • Writer's pictureLaNell - Writer

Like dying

It had been like dying,

like falling,

like the sigh of a spirit,

when you were born into the flesh.

You wanted to return to that place

where life was tender & existed like that forever.

Warm hands sweep under you.

You sleep.

When you wake,

you no longer remember.

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