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I stretched my hands as high as they could go

I looked at the sky

I fell forward into your arms

Only there was not / your arms

There was a rock wall / there was your chest

I kept looking up

Slowly sliding down /  I saw your face

You watched me 

I grasped at crumbling rock wall / I grasped at myself

I threw my arms around your legs

It hurt too much

I kept looking up

Up at you / down at me

Falling through the ground

The sound of geese

My smell of oranges

Your stare / the one when you want to yell but you whisper

–Dana Winter