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Almost

I see the light slowly fading into the night. The sunrise kisses the horizon as my breath shallows. Always a sense of urgency and desperation for reasons unknown. Contintment is a vague feeling, overpowered by that alien anxiety. I lean back in my chair, almost falling backward, but not quite. It's just the feeling of almost falling that gets you. Of almost dieing... Of almost loving... Of almost living...

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Date: 6/8/2012 10:11:00 AM
the fear of 'Almost....' totally agree. Welcome to Poetry Soup....... Shaz
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