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Oct 2013
I sit on a swing Knees high, feet planted firmly on the ground
I’m too tall for it, but I start swinging anyway I’m always too tall
Back and forth higher and higher
Higher and higher back and forth
Wind rushes my ears each time I plummet back to earth falling endlessly
I look up as I sway, see the clouds in the sky I want to reach out and touch them
See another world, away from ours beautiful world
Higher and higher back and forth
I close my eyes and imagine a world a perfect world
A world where swings are bigger and people are nicer happiness in abundance
I float away from the swing effortlessly, willfully
I let go drift towards my dream
Higher and higher back and forth
Closer to the world I long for so close
The swing snaps as I wake up nothing to stop descent
Lying broken on the ground bone and heart
I fall asleep forever
And dream of a swing *a swing where my legs dangle
Alexander Lion Man
Written by
Alexander Lion Man  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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   --- and Isabella Pullivan
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