Down she goes

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Who are you really

in the surface of your mind?

For your depths remain a secret

sprinkled into the night

like fragments 

from another world

You have inherited time my friend

as tired stars do rest upon

your bed of endless woe

You wear the face of a fading comet

seeking out the villagers below

And like a magnet meeting the Earth’s core

your smile bleeds 

towards the black 

beneath the trees

Plummeting 

reaching desperately for the sun

Long gone it is

from your hands

and so far from a time

in which you called it friend 

 

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