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The Paper Airplane Crash.I am a poem on a piece of paper... / folded into an airplane and tossed across a room. / No one saw it pass by, or had the chance to read it.
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the night skytonight i looked up into the night sky...and i saw how lucky i am to be alive. / how is it we can see so much in the dark? i saw myself looking back at me. / too far for my own mind to follow.
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the glancing blow.a creature of night, a red eye flight. / a fight with wrong for what ‘feels’ right / a laugh at tears in disbelief
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goodbyeshe keeps me. / she kept me awake tonight. / tonight i keep thinking only of her.
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a maker's markThere would certainly be a broken mold where creatures such as she are souled. / The heavens know what price is right, what places upon ocean eyes / I see it traveling across a nova's wake...
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