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Nov 2015
Look at me
Look at me
I'm scared into flames
And I feel there ought to be a joke round here
Somewhere
Hold onto me
Hold onto me
I'm flying into space
And I can't find anything that matters here
Nothing really matters

Flying high
Flying way too high
With nothing to hold onto
And needing nothing at all
Because everything is possible
So, let my wings glisten in the sun
For tomorrow I crash hard into the ground


                                           By Phil Roberts
was previously a poem called HERE I GO. the second verse is edited to suit purpose and make a better poem
phil roberts
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phil roberts  M/north-west england
(M/north-west england)   
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