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May 2019
As the Sky Changes
I watch them as they pass
Jealous of their weightlessness.

Filled with the air
My lungs so long for.

But I myself
I remain.

Far too heavy
for any such grace.
Written by
Pam
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     Fawn, --- and Jim Musics
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