"I feel as if I'm tumbling down
Into a never ending whirlwind
I can't force out a solitary sound
My body rots, starting from within
I close my eyes and feel your touch
Feel your lips and body on mine
Never thought I could feel this much
And forget the passage of time
With you could have my love
Without it being secret
Did this blow come from below or above
Not having you would be my biggest regret"
~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Take That Demise"
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