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Mar 2014
lose my touch in the crowd
i will feel everyone else
move as one
hands up to reach the star
phase in and out
floating, raising, blazing
take me close and quick
slowly place back and down
the fall from this height
would be deadly
i think i'll just stay up
oblivious and perfect
all of the body, everyone, one
yellow on the inside
black left at the ticket booth
zone in and never escape
memories stay on those fields
for on and on
Larisa S
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Larisa S
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