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I walk on the ledge of the fence, Bending down, swaying up, I try to fly, to soaring heights, And stumble, gliding as I fall, Drowning in liquor, Or drowning in you? Never mind, I am almost on the ground. But you stretch your arms, So, yes, convinced, I am drowning in you, Melting inContinue reading “Meeting”