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Dec 2015
My legs, shrink, my height plummets
You grow, tall, high, mighty
Looking down upon me
With my childlike posture, crunched up
Your laughter punches my ears as I hold them
Asking to not be heard, seen
You continue to torment my thoughts
Thoughts easily persuaded
striderswit
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