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Nov 2014
Air rushing in my eyes
Gliding through the clouds
Souring over buildings
Feeling invincible
Feeling immortal
Free from the oppression
Fees from the chains
That hold me in place
Now free for a day
In the moonlight night
The **** puddles on buildings
Where I land gracefully
To be free of the judgement
Free to be me once more
Until it is time to return to the chains
To the molded to the norm
But I shall not think that
Because for now I am free
Flying through the clouds
To feel invisible
Immortal
For one more day
Written by
Elizabeth Waxman
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