no one knows
how many times i stood
at the balcony waiting
either for my eyes to open
and take a few steps back
or to see myself falling fast
down towards the earth
back to where i came from
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vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
clxxviii.
no one knows
how many times i stood
at the balcony waiting
either for my eyes to open
and take a few steps back
or to see myself falling fast
down towards the earth
back to where i came from
