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Two hundred and
Two feet up
Maybe half
An inch across
·
Even a warm,
Gentle breeze
Could prove
Fatal
·
Arms outstretched, I struggle to walk
Towards something that I can't see
About the Creator
Ryan Giese
I'm not formally educated in creative writing, or anything really, so don't expect much from me. I have, however, read bits and pieces of a poetry textbook I found at a thrift store.
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