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Saturday, November 25, 2023
Here for you, gravity
Here for you, gravity
As we let balloons go
We’re treading wet cement
Where statues start to grow
With lost shoes and lost socks
Our toes must find the grass
Here for you, carry you
In time, this too, will pass
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