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Till Next Time

Flinging myself over the edge
I feel free
And alive
Like a bird

Beginning my descent
I let the rush
Overtake me
And dive
Like a fish
Into the water

I look
At the lake bottom
And see
Colorful shells
In piles

But human that I am
I must come up to the world I live on
And be me
Till next time

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