Apr 2018
Sometimes
I want to
Ascend
Into the air , laid
Flat
On my back,
Luminous
with my arms
Splayed
Outwards.
The sky
would be starry
And the night
Dark
and light would
Flare
Upwards from my core.
I want to
Ascend
Into the air , laid
Flat
On my back,
Luminous
with my arms
Splayed
Outwards.
The sky
would be starry
And the night
Dark
and light would
Flare
Upwards from my core.
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