artist + writer + perpetual home renovator

mumbling to myself aloud with English butcheries, in public, at times it is embarrassing.

i fall

my path liesbefore me behind mei move along itbut how i must fallwithout fallingi do not move with each fallingthere is a rhythmof catching of risingthen i begin againi fall i catch i risewith each i move the falling is terrifyingyet this is how i...
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