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Dec 2015 · 245
the ground beneath
striderswit Dec 2015
My legs, shrink, my height plummets
You grow, tall, high, mighty
Looking down upon me
With my childlike posture, crunched up
Your laughter punches my ears as I hold them
Asking to not be heard, seen
You continue to torment my thoughts
Thoughts easily persuaded

— The End —