GRACE

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Submitted Date 01/14/2020
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There are ridges on the road

and you think you are falling

You are crossing an icy bridge over the Snake River

and you think you are falling

You are driving home to see family

and you think you are falling

You drive back to where you live now

and you think—you know—

you are falling.

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