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Oct 2020
Sometimes,
he stands like a mountain
So tall.
So proud,
that I cannot even reach
a glimpse of him

And then
there are those
times
when I feel
like a floating boat
waiting for him to
come up from his
deepest crest.

Either way,
I prefer holding
his hand

For in both corners
he is in...
I was high
and at the same time
drowning
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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