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May 2019
Come feel the emotions of my jet plane.
Come take off with me.
Feel your wide eyes swallow the open plunge.

The windows have no shutters,
They have no blind spots,
So we can see everything.
So much that even just a glimpse of the outside can be felt..

You’ll feel the sight of the daunting clouds,
And the lightning like a tattoo to the heart.
And you’ll feel the casted sun beams cloaked over your naked skin-
Bare. Innocuous. Hopeful.

Naked.
Naked because I, and you, and we, are all vulnerable to the journey.
But it’s safe inside.. It’s comfortable.
Written by
Obi  25/NY
(25/NY)   
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