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Nov 2013
Took years to grow the wings that clothed your back
Soared through the sky with your mind gone black
But they came for you quick in their metal machine
With razors and blades to trim away your dreams
Told you to free-fall and not to look down
But humans don’t listen when words leave them bound
Down down down you rolled through space
An inferno below reaching out for your face
Paradise laughed watching from her television set
Purgatory grimaced at the loss of his bet
Nobody cared and nobody rushed
To pick up your bones that hit with a hush
Cara Grace
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