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Dec 2020
As a child
I always used to love the swings
begging my mum
to go higher and higher
flying through the air
the chains crashing about
addicted to that feeling
now I'm only swinging from the ceiling
Written by
Hugo Pierce  23/M/England
(23/M/England)   
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