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Like a yo-yo, my strings let loose.

I fall, but never hit the ground.

Within seconds, I climb back up,

And with that, the cycle goes round and round.

•♤•

Fun fact: this was actually a dare given to me by a friend (to write a poem about a yo-yo) and I hated this at first but hey it's not so bad I may just reevaluate my choice to never take up slam poetry


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