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Apr 2020
I can touch my stability with the end of my pinky finger.
It dances on fishing string or careful drops in shallow water.
A deep breath in or a flick of my finger could upset the balance,
Sending me swinging again.
Written by
PoetFromAnotherPlanet  22/F
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