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Gravity

Gravity weighs on her,
 “only a theory,” she insists,
 
keeping her from 
cotton-candy clouds. 
 
Struggling to get above,
it pulls her down
 
to the center of herself,
the places she doesn’t want to know.
 
Where the truth of it waits 
behind closed doors that rattle in the dark.
 
“Ignorance is bliss,” she hopes.
Gravity won’t let her go.

Gravity weighs on her.
 “Only a theory,” She thinks.
 
Struggling to get above ground,
it pulls her down.
 
To the center of herself,
the places she doesn’t want to know.
 
“Ignorance is bliss,” she thinks.
Gravity never let her go.