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Mar 2015
here again
when will I learn
when will I learn not to fly too close to the sun
it's so bright
so warm, so, so warm
singeing, suffocating
I finally feel
I can breatheΒ Β 
with open arms, I'm flying
higher, they cheer me higher
into the sky
it's lonely in the heavens
but it's fine
it's fine when you want to burn
Jay
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Jay
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