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crushed
Grace Miana
Falling,
It’s against the rules
Even with that smile
Under the streetlights
And if the trees
Could speak,
Would they see it
Linger?
I look for you,
Across the room.
Do you do too?
Don’t come close,
It’s easier then,
To remember I shouldn’t
But from a bird’s eye view,
Would it see the looks
That I didn’t?
Hold my hand,
Actually, don’t
I’m afraid I’ll fall.
Actually, let me
Too many
say that I should
When really,
I can’t.
And if I left before you,
Would you think to watch,
As I walked away?

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