drag and fall

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the light behind you

cannot overpower

to the point where i

wouldn't recognize

the scene

camphor almost covers

your smell

but the light from behind

reminds me

that you once flew

on wings, exquisite

too beautifully evolved

into the spin of a future

that could never

transcend your present

into the sad weight

of flight folded-in 

tucked away tightly

the drag and fall

curling your edges

a hanging blur

in wind tunnel stillness

and into the spin

that the sweet

crush of earth

leans in

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