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Free Fall

a ceiling of clouds
above my head,
and no solid ground
beneath my feet.
all i see
are blue skies
and brown eyes,
yellow sunshine
warming my heart.
weightlessly
i tumble,
head
over
heels,
nothing catching me
but air
as i
free fall.




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