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Mar 2016
I saw wings on the ceiling
Skinny Love playing in my head
I was told wings were used to fly
To carry us to places not yet seen
By eyes like mine.

It would seem that wings can be used
Simply to walk.

For the steady gait
Of life's ups and downs
Requires extra balance when
You're walking a tightrope.
Camille Monigatti Lake
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