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Jul 2011
I dream of flying high,

My wings are so small.

Rain flashes like a glass bottle

Smashing to pieces.

Clouds are so close,

Just out of reach.

My fingers stretch down to

The waters' clouds instead.


Finished fighting,

I'm bolted to the ground.
Juliana
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