Fall Poem by Shante Lamping

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Tis to the changes that come with the fall.
The fall.
The fallen.
The falling.
The departing.
Oh welcome the menacing glee.
My dearest -
I do inhale my hearts scenic rythym like a bitter soothing song.
Tis the night to declare the glory of which has captivated my soul in the sweet nectar of the divine right.

]Do I not know my spirit in times of rigid ice I whether for not if I need feel chary

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I fall
with myself.
Me
falling with my ego.

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. I fall.
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I delve into the me of each internal spirit ring of the everlasting tree of the infinite me.
There is an infinite me.
I try to be me infinite me all the time and this feeling of trying weakens me.

but I grow. and I smile.
and I remember I am always the infinite me.

I am naked with my words.

Tis the moment to exhale the fractured souls of guilt and shame that reside in the recesses of my resolve.

]Do I not feel and breathe each moment of gratitude into my infinite me

Hello.
Are we

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We are.