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Gaby Lemin Nov 2015
Sitting
in high places.

Windowsills,
balconies,
Roof top terraces.
The Eiffel Tower,
branches.

Looking
down as if
I am God.
Or just a crow?

Feeling
and looking
like art. Poised
to be observed.
Hang me.

In a gallery.

Climbing
through mud and roots.
Breathless
just to be higher.

Or I'll lean
over a balcony
and try
not to
fall.

— The End —