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24 hours ago

I was on another level. Flying high

too high.

Clipped by reality  -destroyed by gravity

ripped out of my chest – fatality

enough with analogy

I see the birds flying high

praying tragedy doesn’t strike twice

praying tragedy will be kind

praying the night will creep

away-

treasure- you are – the time came

and we flew away.

 

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