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Oct 2015
The heat from a breath
Formed a dysfunctional circle
On the glass parallel to my face
As I gasp at the drop off below me.
The empty space below my foot
Catches in my heart
The rapid beat shakes my rib cage
As I swing the appendage in semicircles.
Suddenly,
I
F
A
L
L.
- M.Y.
Mikayla
Written by
Mikayla  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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