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bleedingangel84 ([personal profile] bleedingangel84) wrote2010-01-17 12:57 pm
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Airborne falling

His voice makes me think of soft, sweet rain
That falls slow against my skin.

The taste of hope now lingers in the air I breathe,
so heavy it almost hurts.

I pray that I never lose this feeling, as I tumble-
Much too quickly-into the land of half-formed dreams.