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Feb 2021
It was like in the cartoons
When gravity doesn't work
If you think you're standing on Something solid
And then I looked down
And realized I wasn't on ground
And you had no wings to be found
Not sure how we got up here
But it's painfully clear
We're about to fall down
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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