Could I fall so very far, but never fall at all?

Falling for a single sweet, innocent beck and call.

I hear your voice within a voice, a voice inside my head.

It calls me during waking life, it calls me from my bed.

I see your eyes below layers of water, how deep you must be.

I feel your touch before we touch, I feel you inside of me.

How the fallen fall so beautifully, whispers in the night.

Silently we slip below the sea, as our dying spirits take flight.





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