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Jan 2016
Holding on with hands so cold,
waiting for the moment to let go,
to step through the door
onto dimensions unseen.
Breaking out from the daydream
into the stars
You look back upon us
through an electric eye.

                               The sky will never be the same.
Zach Claycomb
Written by
Zach Claycomb  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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     Lior Gavra and Mark Parker
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