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Grey skies flying moor storm in a teacup gas cell 4 the clock hands are matchsticks ... The letting go of everything in hopes of trimming the airship this seat is no longer taken ... In love with a bad idea the zeppelin and the magnetism closing in beyond the minimum safe distance ... Dim blue flame a psalm of survival: days and peoples and places are transatlantic numbers crawling from the wreckage the clock hands are matchsticks
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Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 1:15 PM UTC
7:25
An airship for me to share. I wish I had an airship, And flew up into the sky. I’d wave to all the people, They’d wave back as I flew by. I wish a had my airship, Nestled high up  in the clouds, Away from pointing fingers, Nasty jokes, and lots of crowds. I would take my airship, Over mountains to the sea, Find a quiet place above the waves With only room for me. I wish I had an airship That made my problems go away Maybe someday I’ll be free, But maybe not today. I wish I had an airship, To help me make a friend. But only one who really cares, Not one that will pretend. If I had myself an airship, What would everybody say? Would they want to get to know me, Or miss me when I’m away? I will have the greatest airship, With a massive big balloon. I will save up all my pennies, I’m sure I could Buy one soon. When I buy my airship I will fly it past my school. When the kids look out window, They will finally think im cool. I just really want and airship, To see how freedom feels. And not to always be stuck inside My Annoying chair with wheels. I wish I had an airship So everyone could see I’m not just a boy in a wheelchair, There is so much more to me. Until I get my airship, I will keep it in my head. At least in there I’m Always free, To dream and look ahead. I wish I had an airship So everybody knew, I’m not that different after all, I’m just the same as you.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
An airship for me to share.
A stately airship gliding Over the mysteries of the skies, I am the smoke trail That you have left At your wake. Evanescent as I am, Would you really exist If I had not followed you Wouldn’t you have been lost, In the colors of the evening skies, If I had not pursued?
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
Airship