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A fragment of our youth,

Tipping from one side to the other.

Neither weighing more yet,

Each being the biggest burden to the other.

A slipping grasp,

Who shall fall first?

It bounds us for eternity.

A gasp, a flash of light,

Was I always heavier?

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