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May 2019
You are the home
from which the love I crave
We’re running out of time
And I’m still flying
A little too close to the sun
That little balloon beneath my chest
constantly filling up with air
As I float
Be careful
or It will soon explode
And it may never even land home
Written by
Susana  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Jon York, Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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