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Dec 2012
For the clouds
take the elevator.
All, all the way
up, up to the top
where the wind blows and your hair
is wet and frozen to your ears
(burned red).
You can’t see the sun
(and you can’t see anything else either)
not even the clouds
because they've swallowed you whole.
javert
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   Ellyn k Thaiden
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