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Apr 2021
My decision made
only air caught me
resigned to fade
from the highest place
with the most shade
I'm coming down
that hand I've played
sent me below
but I'm not dismayed
when beckoned by the ground
I heard and I obeyed.
Andrew Layman
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Andrew Layman
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       Aparna, ilias and Nat Birch
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