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A metal plane.
On a chain, so high.
A nasty man,
Laughing at my cries.
He pushed the lever,
Forever it seemed.
While smiling always.
As I screamed.
On a chain, so high.
A nasty man,
Laughing at my cries.
He pushed the lever,
Forever it seemed.
While smiling always.
As I screamed.
NOTE – 5 years old
Got chills when I wrote/then/read this. What's up with that?
circa 1960
Got chills when I wrote/then/read this. What's up with that?
circa 1960
(Agender/The final frontier)
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