i'm freely falling now,
into a bed of clover,
fighting the end.
gently turning over.
i'm saturated,
filled to the top.
i'm over the level,
where i can safely stop.
i'm checking the vital signs,
that something in me is still alive,
fingers to my wrists,
hoping ingrained tapping in me,
still exists.
i'm closing one eye,
as i'm still turning over,
seeing a new character,
as my future seems graver.
the green is seeping beneath me,
as wave goodbye.
finally turned over,
to face the sky.
you cant come and save me.
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