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May 2016
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.
Anoushka Chawla
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Anoushka Chawla
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