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Aug 2020
looking fo a pinprick of blue
among the silver linings today
but can only see cotton candy white
andย ย flannel grey

set my plane to fly high and straight
but all it seems to do is fly in an
eternal, infernal figure eight.

cannot see the horizion
or sight the sun
flying without sight
Is like trying to run
with your legs hobbled

you don't everย ย get far
and you inevitably
end up with a cut,
a bruise or a scar.
Written by
betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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