falling
is
never
the
same
twice
only
you
told
yourself
before
no
not
again
ever
last
time
the
wound—
deeper
than
expected
but
bandaged
with
hyssop
&
honey
healed
so
now,
catching
his eye
drops
you
gentle
stomach
falling
soft
a white
feather
flown
from
a tremendous
height
floating
carried
on
warm
lilac
wind
falling
perhaps
forever
or
at
least
until
rain
clouds
break
overhead
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