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Anna Maria Mar 2021
The wooden block beneath my feet continues to wobble,
as I feel everything falling apart.
All my stability fails and I try grasp out to save myself,
The air wips around my face as I lose the fight to gravity.
The hard floor never touches me though,
I escape with no scrapes or scratches.
You caught me.
Never leave

— The End —