Slip
Quick
Thin
As a trick
Fade
Far
Past
Every scar
Drop
Low
Where
Quiet can grow
Drift
Light
Out
Of the fight
Cut
Free
From
Gravity
Slide
Through
Into
The new
Find
Space
Soft
As grace
Stars
Swirl
I’m
Out the world
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