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  • Writer's pictureEvelyn Creon

A Picture of Height

Up went I to the highest floor

Of some random building

That once was adored.


I there stopped

To catch my breath

When I fell out a window

To a brutal death.


I was there for a picture

An' nothing more,

When the glass broke

I was lost forever more.

Down I feel like a rock

Landing hard below

On a cement sidewalk.

written by Evelyn Creon


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