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Aug 2013
I live as if on an airplane
suffering the clouds and clear skies
the flat lands, forests,
and skylines I almost touch the
tips of.

My wings vary
from angelic to hard metal.

When I love,
it is like throwing flowers out of a
window, which land
perfectly in a girl's hair

but I still have a *******
that I can use on you
and be
completely warranted to do so.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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