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Sep 2014
My parachute eyes
      Holes in the middle
I'm falling much faster
     Than I thought
And I hope the ground
     Is soft
This unimaginable big
When I am so little
     A lightning strike
And I am gone before
     I've even said yes
But here there is no room
     For "I guess"
I find my feet aching
     For new streets
Eyes searching
     For new sights
Though heart is heavy and still
     A stone
So here I leave you, heart
For wherever you are is home
The rest of me goes on
     Final destination unknown
Sarah Kahl
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Sarah Kahl
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   Nena Twedell and Tyler Durden
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