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Nov 2013
You're blinded by the sky
Entranced by the thought of being able to fly

Above the world so high
Not a fear that you may die

You soar
Your heart no more than a roar

And when it dies down
There is no sound

But the wind whistling across your fingertips
Your breath wisping through your lips

As you sigh
Up so high in the sky..
Kai McC
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   Timothy
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