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Addison McCready

Falling

When I met you,

the sun started to rise.


I could feel the warmth on my cheeks,

the refreshing air floating throughout

my lungs.


When I met you,

the mountaintops were what I stood on.


You provoked me to trust,

convinced me to fly.


From the mountain I jumped,

letting you overtake my mind.


The silence of falling was

the calmness of being yours.


Serenity and peace,

finally found.

Until I realized you were

not behind.


After all I was not a feather,

more a cylinder block.


You watched me fall

and let me die.


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