Fall
The fall is deep
the fall is dark
down there
I see her eyes
empty and cold
like a magazine
like a poster on the wall
looking to somewhere else...
the fall is deep
I never reach the end
the trip is dark
and dumpty
the sound of the chains
at night in the street
bring back the nightmare
my life once was.
Jessica
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