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Jul 2014
Reaching
Across a Canyon
is Easy,
when I'm too drunk to see the distance.

And sometimes I find myself
Drunk enough
to Fly across
to the other Side.

But in the sober morning
I look across
at you,
my arms tucked into my sides,
my wings disappeared,

and I wonder
if you'll Ever
reach across
for Me.
Deanna
Written by
Deanna  Cambridge, MA
(Cambridge, MA)   
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