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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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