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Sep 2018
Don't know why it took the sounds of Airplanes cutting the wind,
For me to realize that I am in a better place.

When you died,
I felt a void in my heart
And soul.

No longer am I praying to God to ease my Weary soul but I am speaking to the moon Every night. Sometimes I wonder if you Are able to see me.

A few nights ago,
I broke down in front of the moon,
When my soul rose to the stars,
I was able to sit on the moon.

During that time,
I grew wings
And opened the sky.
I saw your face briefly.

Your smile was wide
And you whispered to me that,
I won't be this sad forever.
In due time.
Dominic Wright
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Dominic Wright  22/M/New York City
(22/M/New York City)   
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