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Jan 2018
Standing on the edge
Looking from the top
He said, he'll catch
So I let myself drop
My wings didn't work
So I landed on a rock
He sealed me in a box
And placed a silver lock
Then off the edge,
He tossed the box...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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