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Oct 2010
Reach up and up.
Standing upon tippy toes.
Stubbornly clinging to the edge.
Only to misstep, falling down and down.

Scream less and less.
Reaching towards anything.
Desperately flailing at nothing.
Only to crash land, breaking up and up.
This is not quite how I want it to be, but with me being a perfectionist I doubt it ever will be as most of my other works feel to me.
Written by
Monica Chaloupka
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