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Mar 2012
Highs and lows,
up it goes.
Then it comes crashing down,
falling to the ground.
Spinning around.

No one knows,
how it goes.
The final blows,
of one another,
then choosing to suffer.
For the love of it all,
We fall.
Nicole Williamson
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