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Ek Oct 2018
My little pilot flew away
far into another world
on another floor

Now I'm left in the ocean
with no rope pulling
consumed by the waves

After many weeks
trapped in the desert
he repaired his broken wing

And so set of sailing
among cumulonimbus clouds
alleviating the storm

I now come to realize
how deserted I, too, am
now with no pilot to pull me out

— The End —