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Feb 2015
I want you to imagine
The floor being ****** up from under you
And the ceiling taking its place
And you're free floating in space
Because gravity doesn't exist here
And up is down
Silence is sound
As you spin 'round and 'round
Until you no longer remember
Who you are
Where you came from
Or who's in charge.
Colette Williams
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Colette Williams
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   Emily Tyler
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