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The Fall, Collected.I
A girl stood at the tear of a road.
Both paths would end in tears;
one of happiness, one of fears.
Long ago this girl strode through a wide hall
filled with doors near and far.
Before she knew it— she began to fall,
she then stood before a door left ajar.
This door was wooden, singed by ash,
water leaking through its cracks.
She had not ever thought she would be so rash,
as her hand touched the wood's tracks.
It opened in what seemed to be a flash;
she turned away for her mind was racked.
Shy eyes watched as she paced away,
Peering from inside that room,
believing their insight could surely save the day;
the only mistake bei
The Fall: VIIIVIII
For flickering moments
A distant voice would tip toe across her mind’s memory.
Singing words spun of silk,
Weaving between the close knit silhouettes
not loud enough to tear any seams.
The tune was mellow yet poignant.
Exchanges of warm words wound betwixt them
until the song gently
whispered in her ear,
“It’s not me.”
She woke in fear.
to find what she dreamed, gone.
Her eyelashes frosted,
feet coated in a white blanket of snow,
she ripped them out,
breaking the shackles of ice.
The keeper, a captor, really, ripped of any sort of nice.
The winter wound room coughed its spells
of cold into her o
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