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Title: Falling
Author: Ethan Dye
Date Submitted: 6/6/2014
Email: Edye1@wvup.edu

Poem: Slowly, quietly spiraling down
Thoughts of my past, the only sound
The gates fly open, the flood has begun
Memories consume me; there''s no where to run
Trapped in my past, not to be found
Like the feral mutt, caged at the pound
Downward I fall, away from the sun
Hitting the bottom, I''m completely undone.