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Falling far down, beneath the ground, alone,
Amidst humane company.
I half turn inward, my mask unsure,
Divested so nearly.
In frankness I’d tell; there’s much you could know.
Saying “listen, please” quietly.
I want to sit on the grassy hills and grasp.
Fresh winds blowing off the sea.
While standing tall at the peak’s point to gaze.
Upwards at eternity.
To hear, in nature’s creaks and groans, the sound
Of life’s bitter melody.
I turn away, these things shan’t be said.
My concession to Gravity.

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