Free Fall // short poem

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Sometimes I forget what falling feels like
The stomach-drop of a plummet
The panic of ground far too close

Sometimes I forget what flying feels like
The wings that allow me to float
The free fall that is safe, and not really "falling" at all

And isn't it funny, that even now, I can't tell the difference

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