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The Fine Art Of Falling - text


I could lie here for a day
Tongue tied and out classed
Never missing their world that used to be my life
And I can't remember what it was
That I always wanted
But it should have always been this rhyme and reason
Not withstanding
Folded into beauty
And if I hold this here forever
I will never down
And when I loose my ground
I can always remember
This is my reason
You are my reason to stay
I have shed this dry hard shell
Traded its comfort for your eyes
Played with denial
And then denied my own defenses
It's no longer a part of me
These questions, in security
You will always be the most magnificent creation

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