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May 2020
Bubbles.
When we said our goodbyes,
something strange happened.

I couldn't feel the ground,
my feet,
my mass.

What quiet powers you have,
to turn me to bubbles,
to float me on wind.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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