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Feb 2013
When I close my eyes
I fall from the sky
gasping for air,
while squinting I cry.

Nauseously excited
Landing will be a cinch
knowing I'll stay safe
while the onlookers wince.

Over head I see a plane
one day I will fly,
and if e'er I climb too high
I know I'll ne'er die.
Sean Yessayan
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Sean Yessayan
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