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Poetic T Aug 2014
Were joined to the surface,
I wish gravity would release
To be free
Like birds,
Soar free,
Glide high,
To touch the heavens before me,
I am leaving the ground
Deserting that which kept me down,
Gravity made me a prisoner
Held me to the floor,
I am free,
To arise,
To skim,
The clouds are my playground
I touch the silver lining
It is wet to the touch,
Freedom like I have never felt
Like a bird,  I am of the heavens and sky,
But this is but a dream
I am gravities prisoner,
Joined to the surface, never to be free to fly..

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