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Aug 18
sky,
earth, sky,
never try
piloting prop
when you're sad and high.
last night i dreamed that i
cleared my head, got out of bed,
and walked down the wing to kiss you.
never take random pills with warm wine--
sky, earth, sky, fall, roll, rise, you, us, i.
this is an etheree form poem
Written by
Shay Caroline Simmons  70/F/USA
(70/F/USA)   
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