Unfettered Imaginings
Sunday, July 22, 2018
the what if
The what if hangs in the air
The mystery of the unknown
I can almost see it
I can feel it whispering against my skin
I can feel it twining around me
Like vines
I cannot resist the pull
And down, down I fall
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