Everything was due
And supposedly mine,
Until joy lingered me near to the edge
And I slipped to fall from grace.
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Falling, From Grace!
PoetryProphecies of a boy, nineteen. (Raw, as the were, when written)
FALLING, FROM GRACE!
Everything was due
And supposedly mine,
Until joy lingered me near to the edge
And I slipped to fall from grace.
