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Jun 2017
As the swing moves back and forth
and takes me higher and higher
I reach upwards
towards the unfathomable blue sky
and let myself soar
wishing for my wings to appear
so that I can leave the lingering ground and all its worries
and finally be engulfed by the clouds
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