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Adaire Pointer
Poems
Jun 30
Edgefall
This is the hour, my dear ones
When it wishes to run, and has no ground to stand on
When its eyes widen in terror, and it still does not see
When it screams the loudest, and breathes the least
When it clutches the tightest, and weighs the most
Imaginary tether
Wishing for the lightness of a feather
As if it werenβt escorted there
By its own two feet
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