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Sep 2012
“just a small dream”
“It was childish to think…”
I thought

The cold stole my breath
And froze each digit

“It was childish to think…”

My body slunk into white
As the thought raced through

“It was childish to think…”

“that”

“I”

“could”

“fly”
Jason Drury
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Jason Drury  40/M/New Hampshire
(40/M/New Hampshire)   
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