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Lasting Grip

I was about

  to let go of

    the ledge

      cutting and stabbing

        at my stubborn

         grip that refused

            But at last,

               I held on only

                 by my pinkie nail

 

               Somebody reeled

 

             me back out

 

           towards the surface

 

         and reminded me

 

       that I had to

 

     keep fighting

 

   until the real

 

end.




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