***** by Olivia OConnor

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Apr 2012

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I feel like the ground is moving beneath me.
Nothing is steady.
If only I had something to hold on to.

This isn't flying.
This isn't even floating.
This is falling.

Written by

Olivia OConnor Baltimore, MD

(Baltimore, MD)

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