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Dec 2020
The higher I go,
The less I can breathe
It seems that ascending into the top leaves you wheezing
Because it takes and rarely does it replace
If I float
.
.
.
I am not ok
Unable to do much, but float away
Because I can't fly, tho I sure can ascend
But that only confirms the danger I'm in.
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