Giant Swing
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Chloe Fordham
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Poetry
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2010
The quiet whispers though the hot air
I reached for the cord
As a gust of wind blew in my face
My face dropped in full fear
I was dropping 15meters throw the air
As tight as i could on the rope
Flying through the air as i swung forward and back
slow gush
listen to the whispers from the gush of life
Free falling through the slow wind form
nothing else matters in life
You're in your own world where nothing else matters