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Oct 2018
I am etched with ink,
stretched from yoga
and a dangerous habit of thinking.

I am balancing,
edging my way
along this
lifeline
which someone has placed high
above all of my years,
so that I am trying
(as hard as I might)
not to look down,
and
t
   u
      m
        b
          l
            e
into the past.
I write a poem every time I turn another year older; here is twenty years old.
Annie
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Annie  20/F/New Zealand
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