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A hundred feet off the ground, I'm just at the edge of the cliff, All I need is a gentle push, A nudge would do, maybe even A touch of your fingertips on my skin, Galvanizing the deeply rooted body hair, And only when I'm suspended midair Do I realize that it's a long way down Cutting across the sultry breeze, Overwhelming and intimidating, So I flap my arms against the wind, So I breathe deeply before the vast Ocean welcomes and immerses me And I holdfast my respiration, Lest the water clutches my lungs Attempts to suffocate and drown me, Just two feet above when I look Around, and I find that I'm not Falling in love alone.
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Falling
A hundred feet off the ground, I'm just at the edge of the cliff, All I need is a gentle push, A nudge would do, maybe even A touch of your fingertips on my skin, Galvanizing the deeply rooted body hair, And only when I'm suspended midair Do I realize that it's a long way down Cutting across the sultry breeze, Overwhelming and intimidating, So I flap my arms against the wind, So I breathe deeply before the vast Ocean welcomes and immerses me And I holdfast my respiration, Lest the water clutches my lungs Attempts to suffocate and drown me, Just two feet above when I look Around, and I find that I'm not Falling in love alone.
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anoushka-chawla
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
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