Falling

in poetry •  7 years ago 


I try,
but I can't stand in this quick sand.
Take the time to find what's buried in your hand.
And maybe take, what it means to make,
your life to learn the big mistake.
What's real is not what it seems,
when we're awake inside our dreams,
and alive inside our graves.

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7 years ago by

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