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Earth

Part 1

By Nicola ThonerPublished 8 years ago 1 min read

I want to be boneless

Thrash about like leaves in strong wind

Pull my weight over me

Crumple when my time is up

Floating, flightless

Sinking like stone

Grey skies, stormy weather

Dirty sound, freedom is a doing word

Spaces, jumps, and leaps

One rush to the next

Catch me

Then let me go

surreal poetry

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