Like a skydiver
Slipping over the threshold
Of the door
Free falling
Starting to fall
Starting to sour
120mph
Toward the floor
Right now
I'm going down
Toward the ground
Safety yet unfound
Speaking a prayer
That the shoot opens
Safely
To carry me
To a solid grounding
And the ones who love me
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