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i want to remain the way i was

and fall back rather than fall out

with someone.

that tipsy rustle in my heart :

time knocking on life's door.

earlier today, we sat on a seesaw

me and time, and she was lighter

so i was down to earth.

but as time goes on

she'll get heavier

and i'll be swept off my feet.

what will i do, up in the air, frozen?

old, stagnant, alone?

and when she gets off

i'll crash down and break the earth.

what will i do hiding in the cracks

i broke into being before she finds

me again?

~ ajay

18/10/2022

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