Texture
April 18, 2019
I'm dangling off a rope.
I know not what is below or above me
Only God and Hell are factual
I have spoken a million words- Yet
My greatest speech has not been heard.
It is in the details my eyes whisper and I realize I am not
floating
But forever in mid air
Unknown
Unspoken of
But forever seen
An image burned in the front of the back of
Your Head
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