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Feb 2011
I think of you
at the oddest times,
and the strangest places,
as if I were an air show pilot
with the stick pulled back
and the rudders set in place,
and within that ******, roar, and airframe shake
I notice that in my chest there beats a heart that aches.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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