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Oct 2018
If I were to learn to Fly
It would only be because

I tricked Myself Into It
Beginning to End, Illusion
Or Not. . .

My mind knows only a little
Piece of what's real, mostly what it reads

So it is gullible, trickable, monstrously
Wishable, & hoping for a Magiostro
To convince Me that I can Fly, & More

So Much More

Teach Me
Reach Me
Fool Me


&

More

I wanna fly

so tell me that I can
Belief is all

Just

Wanna

Fly

~*~
Dedicated to Memory of people I lost too soon
Written by
Medusa  F/California
(F/California)   
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