When you fall like never before
When you soar but the pain is too unbearable to stand
Taking my hand is of no such use anymore
We were meant to do this so that the others could breathe – seems there always needed to be those who panic and get to spread a separate kind of wing entirely – thin perhaps, but daft in its unsuspecting ability to remain some kind of brilliant
Precision of a most boisterous and overwhelming kind, blindingly tapestried
Somehow, anyhow, finding a surefire way to pay it forward
And not a single word altogether necessary

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