clarity

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one hot sunny day, on the cliff we stood
you're about to fly, but i misunderstood
i jumped but you quickly caught my hand
in the hourglass, we're losing sand

my hand was slowly slipping off from yours
our eyes met, then the rain pours
i let go, my body was owned by gravity
for the first time, i had clarity

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