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dreaming and flying
some days
I look up
and the sky stretches wide over the world I call home
bigger than anything my brain can
conjure up in the middle of the night when nothing keeps it from dreaming
and it doesn't end, because -
tangled words
There was a time when my fingers hit the black-and-white keyboard and
words flowed out in swirling colors.
Beautiful.
Magical.
A time when those colorful words
laced
wove
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tears
On days when the thought of
being a ceiling to the world for any longer feels
impossible,
the sky cries.
On days when the clouds have hidden who
she thought she was and she
wonders if she was ever the -
Heat, and a girl in a tree
It was the hottest day there had been for a while. There was nothing to do and it seemed like the world had gotten stuck on something that made it rub against itself before finally slowing to a stop.
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