Next to you | poetry

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If I let it fall down,
Do you think it would hit the ground?
Could I stumble over it,
And run into you again?

Could I hold myself together?
It should be real.
And not like last time feel,
My mind raises towards you forever.

And I want to be there too.
There next to you.

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