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I'm terrified of traveling along any major body of water
I feel uncomfortable imagining how low a rock could sink

Yet I don't mind flying against the skies above the clouds
I'm curious as to how high birds could lift their wings

And yet I know that oceans and seas have a bottom floor
While the darker blue of the sky is too vast to have bounds

So maybe I just like places that don't act as cages
And I fear the things that I'll eventually come around

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