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Sometimes, whenever I would close my eyes to drift into my sleep,
I would wonder in those few minutes of conscious darkness:
If I were a girl and you were my apple,
And I'm stuck to the ground and I toss you high up in the air,
And we have attraction, but no gravity,
Would you fall back into my hand
To once again be with me?
04.21.2019
