Joseph Young

THE FALL, by Joseph Young

How does one start?
Compared to the heart
None are equal
One story
no sequel
no part two

All in
Parcial particles nor
Single molecules
Will suffice

Its revolting engulfing
If Strength is absent
Transparency Arrives
Pure beauty Arise

A clone wont survive
The cyclone of this paradigms
Shifts lifts and pulls
No direction can be determined

Take it how it comes
Try to hide
You cant run
Bit tongue
when attemping to
Lie about it

Cry about it
been there
Fight about it
done that
No regrets for the
combats to combat
None equivalent

Where does one end?

Joseph Young
DOC #A553581

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