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Mar 2021
How low can you go
Before the feeling becomes a high
Trapped in a stasis
Where you simply float
If I traveled through the earth
To describe it
I'd simply exit back to where I stood
If I pushed past the atmosphere
I'd simply drift off
Growing far higher than your imagination
So if I stood in place
Miming the statues of atlantis
I'd still be higher
Than an existence you don't know
So when I say I'm low
I'm really high
You just can't see
Fathom the idea
Because if not for me
You'd never understand
Exactly how high you are
On those pedestals
Someone else put you on
Without realizing
No one will do the same for me
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
   Imran Islam
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