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Jul 2014
Airplanes felt like church to me
The height made me feel closer to god
The clouds could hear my silent sins
Reflecting upon the ground below
Rows of fellow travelers all with the same hopes for final destination
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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