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Oct 2014
For every yellow cab maneuvering
Through the city streets,
Holding people who sit in the
Backseats, dreaming of what
Heaven might look like.
For every skyscraper standing
Within New York City,
There’s at least two people
Who stand on their roof tops
Dreaming of how it feels to fly.
the start of a little something.
Courtney Snodgrass
Written by
Courtney Snodgrass  neverland
(neverland)   
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