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Jul 2018
They say humans can't fly
but I beg to differ.
There are a few of us,
a silent minority,
that can fly.

Floating through the white fluff of clouds,
Pure and untouched
Dancing on them;
high above the world
In the heavens
Unreachable
Invincible

Before I descend back to the ground
And look up wondering when I will spread my wings
and fly once more.
Written by
Dylan M Baer
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