3: Plummet
There isn’t a chair
There isn’t anywhere
Mist
Enjoyment
Light
So dim
You could stub
Your toe
On this cloud
After the trouble
You never suffered or’t
Throw in my years
Of tumbling through
Without
A line
Without a design
Plan
Or hint
That anyone could see
The re-run
Re-peats
A plummet
From
Grace
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