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Waves appear in rapid show

Swirling, like a tornado, grow

Hands that grip, the fear in me

Are now a part of this old tree

I hold on tight, my fingers dig

This vortex snaps me like a twig

Spinning out of my control

Stuck here, on this magnetic pole

Afraid to lose my grip, and so

I stay here, never letting go



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