Balustrades weaken, over time
No longer support you
Be careful where you lean
A slip,
a fall,
hear the call
Spiral,
twirl,
see the world
Weightless,
spaces in between
thoughts and dreams
Here, I am real
Here, we are one
All we know is dust and shadow
Close your eyes to see
I’ll be there
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