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Falling

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hannahdavies666

Published: Dec 5, 2010

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Literature Text

Atomic pulse dripping past my ears,
sparked with reflected lightning.
The raindrops hit my skin
like shattering mirrors;
I fall faster than the rain.

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French lesson.
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Sitting next to the window.
Mouldy windowframe.
Drafts on my face.
Smelly radiator.
Dark sky outside.
Rain.

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tetrarchangel

Jan 5, 2011

I really appreciate this one - you've done a lot with so few words here.

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