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May 2017
I was a poet, a healer and a woman
a dreamable woman
who got behind his eyes

I learned about flying

I still dream about flying

so ****** pragmatic these days

Afraid to write

Afraid to fly

He said my wings
really stoked the fire

And now I remember
why I am afraid to fly
a conversation of sorts
Emily B
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Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
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