Saturday 8 June 2013

loss of magic

My soul departs
I feel like I'm tilting backwards
like I'm on the edge of falling down
I feel like every time I close my eyes
it's the last thing that I will know
I think I am fading away
I'm falling off the page
I am becoming fainter and fainter
in print I hardly exist 
do you know me
I can't remember now
please promise me I'm here
I'm here and simultaneously 
I'm gone

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