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Chill air tears my skin.
A feeling of emptyness.
A feeling of loss.
I have seen the end,
The end of this line.
Yet I will never reach it.
Each cord snaps and I
must trace my steps
and begin anew.
I have lost the will
The driving force
which keeps me moving.
I have fallen
from this tenuous wire.
A sensation of cool air.
A single breath...
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If anyone can think of names for my unnamed poems, I like suggestions.
3nodding