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Aug 2020
We treassure the clear view,
No obstacles,
No distractions,
No free wandering of the mind.

Today, I say, let it fly,
Above snow white mountaintops,
Above the city of New York,
Above the worst landfills,
For gravity only exists to challenge it,
To, within the ignorance of a Newton,
Devour the sweetness of a fig.
As a child, I was never afraid to ask "why?" As an adult, I often forget to ask questions.
Mikaela L
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Mikaela L  21/F/Anywhere, really
(21/F/Anywhere, really)   
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   Imran Islam
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