familiarity flips

another small step forward

onto shaky ground,

into unknown hands

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i hold on to what’s familiar,

but it flips and fades,

promising to meet me

on the other side

as i go on

alone

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i could run,

i could crawl,

i could fight

or fall,

but any which way,

it will happen as it should

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until i return,

i have trust as my friend

see you on the flip side, friends xx