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Feb 2018
i could build a staircase with my sorrow,
i swear i would climb to where you are,
and if i could create an ocean with my tears,
i would swim to you, no matter how far

oh if only i could turn my misery into metal
and perhaps create a rocket or car,
i would fly or drive to you my dear,
beyond the moon, and past the brightest star.
Elizabeth Oyibo
Written by
Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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   Skaidrum and Elizabeth J
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