The Fall. Poem by Rebecca Navarre
The Fall.
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You gotta go slow now baby.
You can't go flying off that
wall, no more baby. You gotta
limp, you gotta crawl, now baby.
I know what's going through your
mind...But, you gotta ignore those
kind, , a calls. Drowning yours self
in alcohol. For there's no healing
in that at all. And it's only gonna
worsen, , , the fall.
Friday, June 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,death,life
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