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Sep 2015
The eternal wonder
Of being above,
Among the suspended clouds
And who knows what else.

No clue where you are,
But the distant memory
Of where you once were,
Not necessarily your destination.

Pure significance of being stranded,
A vision of blue
Flooding through your veins.
Emily Fell
Written by
Emily Fell  England
(England)   
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