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Sep 29
Lungs are His cathedrals, on this night A
Boeing 737-7 cuts a spotlight
between twilight and dream
Gods breath carving alveoli with a 10:35 flight across rib bone
and destiny
It is the curse of existence, trajectory
Neither sleep nor sunrise will stabilize me.
Robert C Ellis
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Robert C Ellis  Greenville, SC
(Greenville, SC)   
       heel, Aer, Em, vb, Jason and 1 other
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